Run, just as fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the fast man!
Speed and chase. My shoes have long since been laced.
Better start the clock. Because my record is gonna rock.
See the wind ripping at my clothes. My breathing ever grows.
Heart rapidly pulses. Legs constant convulses.
Powerful muscles flexed and stimulated. Cannot show I've forfeited.
Spandex tight and secure. This race is mine and that is for sure.
Sweat pouring forth from every avenue. This race I will get through!
Ankle falters on loose rock. Elbows shove and try to knock.
Faster, faster, faster! This race will be no disaster.
Winning is in my heart. This I knew from the beginning start.
Fight for it! Then, when all is over, you can rest and sit.
The finish line is within eye's command. See the crowd in the stand?
Push and push, now! I must allow, allow!
Breaking the ribbon so salty-sweet! Victory, victory, the others beat!
Collapsing and rejoicing for the training paid off. Breathe in and cough.
I made it and now the cool medallion will rest. On my proud, manly chest.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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