The anticipation is killing me.
I'm waiting for the baton.
Is it almost here?
Don't look back it'll slow you down.
I look back anyway... their running.
Their closer, I turn and face the track I have to run.
The cold medal is thrown into my palm and I take off.
I cut off the others by moving into the first lane.
I'm pushing and pushing.
Is it enough?
I hear coach screaming for me to go.
I take that and use it, but really it's all up to me and my body.
I tell my body to go faster to be stronger, it groans.
Don't give up!
Keep going!
As i approach the next runner I smile, I'm the first, the fastest.
I slap right into the runners hand and scream for them to go!
They take off.
I walk into the field of the track and smile as I watch the last 4:2 runner cross.
We did it, we got in first!
This is why I did it, it meant everything and it gave me the best feeling.
The feeling of accomplishment, of success, of winning.
Running is more then a exercise, its one of my reasons for happiness.
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PoetryThis consist of venting,deep thoughts and just randomness, I don't know if this is what your looking for but these are just some deep thoughts that run through my mind all the time. I can't stop them and I feel the need to express them so here they...
