Blessed are the parkrunners

A remix of the Sermon on the Mount.

Blessed are the parkrunners,
    for theirs is the Saturday morning.
Blessed are those who start,
    for they will surely finish.
Blessed are the slow,
    for they will have time for high-fives.
Blessed are those who struggle up the hills,
    for they will glory at the top.
Blessed are the marshals,
    for they will be shown the way.
Blessed are the tail walkers,
    for they will be there at the end.
Blessed are the course directors,
    for they will be called local mainstays.
Blessed are those who are persecuted by the early get-up,
    for theirs is the right to be smug.