Why Run?

The racers squeeze to fit along the line
My heart pounds, waiting for the gun to blast.
If I survive the takeoff, I'll be fine.
But I must zip ahead so I'm not passed.

Through the stream and over the hills we go.
The weather's perfect if the skies are gray.
I feel a blister forming on my toe.
Ignore the pain and it will go away.

On mile two my muscles start to scream,
But if I rest, then someone will pass me.
Push past my limits; do it for the team
Uh oh I think that I have to go pee.

Running isn't always a ton of fun
But nothing's like the feeling when you're done.

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