6:30 a.m.
I run.
I run fast.
I run along the never-ending beach
With water slapping at my knees and wind flowing through my hair
I will run as fast as I can toward, my dream of standing on that podium,
With gold by my heart and millions of eyes on my glowing face,
Hearing the anthem and felling the tears running down my cheeks
I run as though there are wings on my heels along that link between land and sea.
Until my arms fly off like little feathers blowing in the breeze
And I fall down into the soft sand over that line that declares a champion and a loser
That snaps in two as my hard chest pulls it down
I run fast.