Running
The loneliest war of all,
A battle between you and the road,
Rubber to tarmac,
Heel to toe,
Rubber to tarmac,
Heel to toe.
You saw the pinterest inspiration,
The fascination,
The “butt-spiration”
But perspiration is now
Dripping down your chest,
Crawling down your legs,
Getting in your eyes,
Sweat.
Drip by drip, keep going
Why?
Because society says so?
Because so-and-so is too small
And so-and-so is too big
So you’d like to fit somewhere in between?
But you know you won’t be Kim K,
You might not run a marathon tomorrow
Or even cross that bridge today
And the voice inside your head says “no”
Your feet are crying
“How far to go?!”
Your lungs don’t say a thing
For they might burst from the pain
But your heart keeps saying
Again and again;
This is a race for life,
A sprint as well as a marathon,
5k, 10k,
A duathlon and a tryathlon,
And when you get to the end
Sweating and spitting,
Blood drained from your head
You can stand there,
Bathing in the sun
and just enjoy the view.
And when people ask “why you do it?”
You can say:
You do it for you.











