Running For Glory

As they days slowly count down
Anxiety to compete among nations of feet shall court the laughter of sounds  
The time for waiting is descending for my Nike sneakers to hit solid ground    
Borough after borough, mile after mile    
Sacrifices, pandemics, Covid-19, cancelations, when earth stood still, training regiments placed on hold for a while  
Pounds gained, procrastination to lift weights, circuit train, disciplined held in check with a smile  
Wondering was all in vain  
Two years… to see if I still have what is take, as I lace up at the starting line, the finale, my only gain  
The jeering, cheering, keeping up with my timed pace  
Legs starting to burn around the fourteenth mile, pushing myself under grace  
Earbuds in ears, sweat population, tired, thirsty, feet sore, no time to waste    
Will this be my last run, telling yourself to get you through  
Trying not to walk run knowing that creed is like cheating and it has never been you    
The closer to the twenty-sixth mile mark the longer it seems to cross the line  
Just wanting to stop not caring how long you’ve come just wanting it to end, its mental sublime  
Twenty-eight, it feels like I’ve been running a lifetime    
It’s time for me to be a running couch and watch the thrill of my protegees crossing over the finish line  
   
Weight 125-gained three pounds  
BMI 21.5  
Height 5’4  
Lean Muscle Mass