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My coach is someone who cares Someone who works hard, despite his gray hairs During the tough times or the relaxed days I always strive to hear his praise The praise of a coach is not easily earned
A six minute mile, feet hardly touching the ground. Nothing else matters,   My standing backflip seems to defy gravity. I spin right around.   Only five more reps.
My teammates and I inhale the fragrance of cross-country: freshly-mown grass accompanied by a gentle, humid breeze. 
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
(Part 1) Is it not the gym? That makes me sweat and pant? That allows ‘fit’ children to run round it When obviously I can’t?   Is it not the gym? That intimidates me so
So you're thinking about running And it's less about the outcome, the hardened muscles and lean body, And more about the feel of wind Rushing through your hair Feeling the elements As they pass
I exercise daily I feel amazing I have cravings I choose raisins I need to lose weight Or it might be too late I hold my fate
Out on the streets, I run by many things I run by the cars in their rush By jagged cracks in the concrete By hills of strength and downhills of bliss   My feet propel me foward
Some people ride their bikes for fun, others in a race Others, so that they can lose their friend around their waist Many people own bicycles, all around the nation
Football is a game that I’ve tried The only game where I almost died The incident happened last season in fall That’s when I decided to quit football
  Run. Go forward, Trust your legs. Are they pillars or twigs?   Faster. Like Hell. Towards The Destination. Times’ scythe nips at your heels.   Recover.
Lace up running shoes, Hit the trail; Lost in thought, Discover yourself
  At this moment, I am inventing the dinosaur; creating toast; conceiving an end to a circle. Against reason, I am endeavoring to produce something beautiful from the dregs of humanity.  
Exercise is good for you, Blood, sweat, and tears, will get you through the deepest blue and fit throughout the years, you may not like it at the start but then you get addicted,
Don't listen to what anyone tries to say You look beautiful no matter how much you weigh But if you'd like to look better some day Go outside, run, exercise and play
A heartbeat accelerates, blood coursing through protruding veins of scarlet and blue. Harder and harder to push oneself through indescribable pain, often forcing legs to keep moving; the mind divorcing
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