Anticipation,
Waiting
for the gun.
The shot
echoes.
Adrenaline
courses through blood.
Hundreds
of feet tear at the earth
Scarring
the moist trail.
Elbows
find their mark between ribs
Lungs
burning upon impact.
Spikes
gnash sweaty flesh
Ripping
into ankles and thighs.
Weather
and terrain pitted against
The human
body and spirit.
Tranquility,
Rhythmic breathing blends with the
wind
Whooshing through the narrow path
Untouched ground lies ahead
Waiting to be conquered
A rush of invincibility replaces
pain
All the senses focused on a single
desire
The moment engrains itself into
memory
As
the pace drops effortlessly
Finish
line in sight
The
crowds muddled cheers hang in the morning air
And
the race ends,
But the
moment, so sacred
Brings the
runner to the line again.
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