A lot of Heart

My heart is racing.
There is sweat running down my face.

My legs are getting weaker.
Fans are cheering.

My arms begin to get sore.
I am slowing down.
And then I get passed.

My heart stops.

My legs burn.

My lungs are gasping for air.
I don't know what to do.

My mind went blank.
I gained stregth.

My strides became longer.

My breathing was under control.
I was passing them now.

My coach yells at me
as I cross the finish line.

I won the race...I won...

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