With deep conviction sprinting at the 2 mile mark, my heart quickens even more than my feet, excitement now pushed back giving way as anxiety takes over, the concentration on real work commences. As part of some larger relentless machine, the repetitive sound of rubber slapping the pavement masks my deep inhales and thankfully of the runner next to me. So early in, still a burring in my left hip causes more of a concern of mind than a physical hinderance forcing me to weight the choice of an early easing of pace giving up secs now to spare many times them later. Push, push, push, just another pole length, the voice inside repeats, just as far as the next, just as far as the bridge push it through, push. Suddenly with eyes clenched shut, pulled to the side of the road, bent over at the waist, hands resting on knees, lungs pumping, gut wrenching and through the corner of the eye other runners are flying next to me. Kilometre repeats, uuughhh, how many? relieved it is not Tely day, the thought of 16 strung together is so taunting, yet.....
Step after step ever pressing onward, sprinting at times, stumbling a few, always with determination, always victorious, will you stay with me...
Sweat on brow, facial strains telling stories, broad smiles singing triumphs, never giving up, still I am victorious...
Sore torn muscles, twisted joints yet I remain victorious...
At times you win but never is there a loss, to do so is winning, not to is unacceptable, I am always there, I am always victorious...
I am the heartbreak hills, the sprints, the marathons, the runs through the park, I am the feelings you get after a good effort, I give you the fuel in your legs and the reason you do as you do... Stay with me and you will be victorious...
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With deep conviction sprinting at the 2 mile mark, my heart quickens even more than my feet, excitement now pushed back giving way as anxiety takes over, the concentration on real work commences. As part of some larger relentless machine, the repetitive sound of rubber slapping the pavement masks my deep inhales and thankfully of the runner next to me. So early in, still a burring in my left hip causes more of a concern of mind than a physical hinderance forcing me to weight the choice of an early easing of pace giving up secs now to spare many times them later. Push, push, push, just another pole length, the voice inside repeats, just as far as the next, just as far as the bridge push it through, push. Suddenly with eyes clenched shut, pulled to the side of the road, bent over at the waist, hands resting on knees, lungs pumping, gut wrenching and through the corner of the eye other runners are flying next to me. Kilometre repeats, uuughhh, how many? relieved it is not Tely day, the thought of 16 strung together is so taunting, yet.....
ReplyDelete~ Victorious ~
ReplyDeleteStep after step ever pressing onward, sprinting at times, stumbling a few, always with determination, always victorious, will you stay with me...
Sweat on brow, facial strains telling stories, broad smiles singing triumphs, never giving up, still I am victorious...
Sore torn muscles, twisted joints yet I remain victorious...
At times you win but never is there a loss, to do so is winning, not to is unacceptable, I am always there, I am always victorious...
I am the heartbreak hills, the sprints, the marathons, the runs through the park, I am the feelings you get after a good effort, I give you the fuel in your legs and the reason you do as you do... Stay with me and you will be victorious...