What is it about long runs with the team?
Through crisp winter air atop white ice sheets.
In air bitter like coffee, my lungs scream
Amongst rolling hills, slush beneath my feet.
The falling snowflakes are waltzing dancers
Drifting between the glowing traffic lights.
Surging through them, our team made of prancers,
No one dares to hold back, we are brave knights.
Why do I love the feeling of the grind?
I love the stinging lungs and legs that ache.
Going through pain like this is hard to find;
But the pain is when I feel most awake.
Life is short and destinations are few,
So love the work it takes to reach the view.
