Feet plod and pound
the hot gravel trail,
streams of sweat drip
down my face,
breath deepens to keep
up an unforgiving pace,
as thoughts of quitting
pierce and slow my mind.
One step after another
keeps me moving steady
through the thick, awful
heat. Tired and weak I stay
quite present with cheerful
grins chosen at the ready,
in quiet thanks to myself
immersed in this heady
joy of running, once again
I’ve outraced such tempting
limits, to now rest easy
as I transcend defeat.
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