My random thoughts...in pretty words...enjoy
I am a runner
I was born a runner
By the grace of God and some good genetics
And no matter what I say
It is about the speed,
The weight of the medal around your neck,
Of racing that clock,
And racing your demons
Accomplishing what you didn’t think you could
Faster than anyone.
The thrill of pushing hard
The joy of stopping the relentless pounding of feet
Of breathing in the win
That is what it is all about
Call me pretentious
Call me arrogant
But I run to compete
And I compete to win
Long after my legs have given out
I will race wheel chairs in a nursing home
I will always be a runner
Life is a race
Are you ready to run?
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