Track

February 23, 2009
By James Blackwell BRONZE, Clare, Michigan
James Blackwell BRONZE, Clare, Michigan
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Stretch 'em out and down to the right,
Running, running, 'til I'm out of sight.
Getting in shape, ready to race,
Out of the house and setting the pace.

Breathe in, breathe out, in time with my stride,
Winning the races builds up my pride.
Zoning out the entire world, the universe,
Time goes by, for better or for worse.

It's the best feeling to contain,
Forgetting about everything but what pertains.
Fresh air, focused on the lane,
Nothing matters 'cept putting 'side the pain.

Run through it, you're almost to the finish.
If you give up, you're going to diminish.
I give my all through the final stretch.
Over the line I stumble, my body to catch.

Recovering from the fall,
It's worth it all.
All the effort, all the time,
To the top I strive to climb.

The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this after thinking long and hard about the upcoming track season.

I hope that you enjoyed the piece and imagine yourself running the race as you read it.

This is dedicated to a friend who was injured. She needed surgery.

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