They unite people of all different types. Despite our differences, we wouldn’t have it any other way. Eight swift spikes with chrome bellies and blue tongues. Each spike strategically placed. Both on feet, and in order. From the audience, you can’t hear the spikes, but you know they are doing their job.

They are more violent than we know. One false step and you’ll have multiple gashes on your legs and arms. As the user ages, these mistakes lessen as skill and maturity develop, allowing the spikes to be more swift. This is how they are.

If one of the eight spikes decided to fail, it would wrench the performance of the other seven. Boom, boom, boom as we run down the track. They make us fast.  

When you are too tired and weak to continue running, when your legs become heavy and feel like jelly, I trust in the spikes. When there is nothing left, I look to my teammates. Who house the other six spikes. Knowing we all are to run the same race. Eight whose purpose is to vehicle our way to victory.