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My soul is tired,When will I get used to this feelingThe race has begun And once again I trail behind the others. So this is the truth,I belong in the back of the back of the line. How long will it take until I cross the finish line?“I am no longe
ask any of us and we'll say it's hell to run and run and run until our feet swell sweaty tired faces and sore legs too running 10 miles is a daily thing to do
Track Sprinters Like(gasp) Rockets, Making The Only Left Turn. It(gasp) Is Only A Hundred(gasp) Meters Now, You(gasp) Can
If you are not nervous for what is about to happen there is something wrong. You need to implant in your mind that these people are here for the same thing you are here for, to win.
On your mark. Set. Go! Out into the world and claim it as your own See the passing street lights as you get into your zone Focus, as you open your stride
Finally the time has come to run Spring time is always filled with so much fun Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
Tick tock, tick tock 1, 2, 3, 4 Starts the race. 7 hard steps. 5 fast seconds. - Tick tock, tick tock 75, 76, 77, 78 Starts the second lap. Draft behind first. Don't drop the pace.
Mind racing 100 meters a second Back to the old days when I set the record Straight, that is, the path I ran Though none of it was my own plan Forced to run, but no where to hide
The wind bellows into the stadium, Leaves sail by in a peaceful manner, The green turf also flowing with the breeze, As the up-rights stand still in shining yellow glory.
Tears rolled down my cheeks with sorrow, I felt I wouldn't live to see tomorrow, I sat in a chair with my shirt over my nose, Trying to cover up one of my life's lows, Coach of the track team held a meeting,
When I look across the field I do not see people, I see predators. Watching, waiting, expecting. I don’t focus on them, or at least try not to. People are screaming. Why aren’t you screaming too? I should be.
Give me Spring in her finest Dressed in dandelions galore Today’s hazy sunset wearing Winter’s breeze Take it all away Save the sun on my shoulders As I run through the hills
The country road is a dusty strip of asphalt extending farther than the eye can see The edges are frayed, crumbling Cracks pepper the road, a few randomly tarred over Little to see in any direction keep running.
It all starts with the spotlight on me My heart as if to burst Hand clinched to tight my forearms fatigue Inhaling deep for a second of relief