With 5 Kilometres ahead
NOthing much can be said
One makes up the Mind
To travel the entire distance
But somewhere near the end
One begins to feel resistance;
One feels like stopping and saying
"To Hell [away] with all of this running"
But on looking at one's running mate
One knows he's suffering a similar fate;
Weary arms, tired legs
Puffing and panting...out- a- breath;
One hopes that one's running mate will stop
But in his Mind
Are thoughts similar to that;
So with each hoping for the other to stop
The Run[journey] is continued at a very 'brisk trot'.
After passing[enduring] that 'critical period'
Finishing the run becomes deadly serious
It is everything or nothing...to the tape
And this once tired run
Suddenly becomes a race;
Heart poundin', perspiration flowin'
Feeling neither arms or feet
The energies of the Mind
Are focused at one place
And the only goal in life
Is to reach that tape...cause
At that place one would end the race;
The last 400 metres become such a strain
As the body experiences the agony
Of pain...with Mind wondering why?...and
Whether there's no easier way around;
On ending the run
Self - confidence is won
A feat is accomplished -
And soon the pain is gone
But the thoughts of tomorrow's run
Soon re - appears
And the satisfying feelings/thoughts
Quickly dis-appear.