Jog up to the start,

Take a step to the line.

You are not doing this alone.

Race and don’t whine.

Sprint down the hill,

Get to the front of the pack.

I know the concrete is not a thrill,

Just stay on the right track.

Uphills is where you need to fight,

Move your arms and kick up your feet.

You must use all your might,

It’s the Medina Bees you must beat.

Stay strong on the grass,

Past the crowd and over the street.

Don’t let your legs turn into glass.

This is your meet.

Run into the stadium,

You can see the girl in first.

800 meters to take,

I know you’re dying of thirst.

It’s a battle to the end,

A sprint to the line.

Just around the last bend.

Congratulations you did just fine.