start.

chills course through veins and bones
over hill and dale through bodies waiting
patient to put themselves through pain unknown.

traveling themselves from far off
breezeways opened through shimmering harriers
frigid anticipation for the final call

layers fall to hardened ground
stripped to shimmering skins
lightest of light spiked toes urging to rip the earth

the call is made
runners to your mark
silence. thunder.

no noise by runners heard
only fight. and push off the line.
gliding through the race they go...

race day

step on that line. drive off it. and go. no regrets. fight the good fight. race the life out of your legs. but know you will live to run an race another day. there is always something more.
dig. dig deep. get those legs churning. fight for every position. get out there and kill the course.
know that when you collapse across that line, you have given everything. leave the course with nothing. you have given your all.
no regrets.