Dear Running,
Our relationship will never be the same... because I knowingly looked for others to replace you ,but there is no sport that learns to captivate my inner beauty as you.
I am tired of the same routine ... using you for praise;only to just being called a showoff.
You were my pride...no one cares anymore unless my skills are of no use to them.
Why do I have to slow down and let other people pass me?There is always someone that will discourage me with their words while attempting a smile.In track-and-field there is always someone. If I lose a race jealousy cheers,
if I win a race jealousy finds a new bone to gnaw on.
When I look at bystanders I feel like I am not good enough.
Sadness is tricky fuel ,so I push forward to break their expectations and succeed at mine.
Is it really a crime to love running?
I have other talents that I can mold;what was I thinking when I took off from the start?
'I am not good enough for you,'I say as I shake my head.
Do talents have an expiration date?
I am not as good as I could have been...
I know I will regret that but I think I should move on before I break my heart.
Hummingbirds can run;instead the choose to fly.
I have publicly embarrassed myself loads of times.
Competitive running belongs to those individuals that find an inner push
I have lost it
I must break up with you!
Running it's not you; it's me.
I hear the begging
The wind is so perfect as I get to the starting line.
The air I breath is like nectar
My legs quiver as I shiver
Sure I can feel the cold and of course I can feel the warmth
My competitors and I start
I am happy
my heart is fluttering
yet I can hear the words that my coach is uttering
Mixed emotions do me in
This race really does not matter
I will win
I win
Running, I will be with you always.
I will run like hummingbirds fly