Spoken Intro] Five foot nothing… Fully fuelled… Pocket Rocket ready for launch! [Verse 1] Nursing lecturer when the daylight comes, Outdoor māmā when the work is done. Two Border Collies, a toddler at home, Then she’s straight up Pipeline with a murder show on. Whitewater, bikes, adventure-race pain, Finishing at 9 p.m., heading back into the rain. “It’s only 100 meters more than yesterday!” That little lie dragged her all the bloody way. [Chorus] Pocket Rocket! Light the fuse! 46,695 meters in her shoes. Pocket Rocket! Small but obscene, Five foot nothing climbing everything. Thirty days survived, now one final fight, 3,100 meters till the chips taste right! [Verse 2] She ran 32 circles for 192 k, Set a new course record and nearly hit 200 that day. From Crater Rim to The Magnificent grind, Two hours’ sleep and badly lost on Stage 4 at night. She started for a challenge through the winter cold, Then day 21 became a much smaller goal. Now UTMB is waiting somewhere over the hill, And apparently the Pocket Rocket’s got plenty in the tank still. [Final Chorus] Pocket Rocket! Light the fuse! 101 activities and nothing left to lose. Pocket Rocket! Run, hike, survive, Day 31 and the little rocket flies. One final Pipeline, one final watch beep, Then bring Sara hot chips by the bucket, six feet deep! [Outro] Five foot nothing… Five-point-two-eight Everests tall.
