me

Standing on the stripe, Preparing for pain
My insides flustered,
And thoughts clustered

The anticipation of the gun,
As the starter waves it in the air
A sudden blast sends us out,
And your supporters shout

The first mile passes fast,
Everyone mobbed together
Then the lead pack surges forward
And leaves behind the big herd

The fight begins, mind over body
I breathe harder and focus
The pack accelerates each step
And feet move in constant rep

Up the hill I stick with the pack
And then make my move on the down
Knowing it was time to break the group
And finish off the large loop

As I expected, Torrey’s lead runner
Pushes forward at my side
The sweat drips down my face
But I can only think of finishing this race

With four hundred meters to go
We begin our outrageous kicks
I sprint, stride in stride
With Torrey Pines’ only pride

My legs go numb to the sting
As I see the tape ahead
Sixty miles per week, practice every day
Al...