Running

My body’s tears of stress,
Flow from my brow in a steady stream,
Draining from my chin in excess,
All part of the programs’ fitness scheme!

My head is utterly devoid of thought,
I cannot think with all the strain,
That the strenuous running had brought,
Trailing far behind Mitch’s running reign!

Willing myself not to stop,
I force my burning legs on forever,
I feel as though I will drop,
I can’t let this run beat me whatsoever!

Past the turn I stop for a break,
A 10 metre break before running again,
Soon my calves begin to ache,
The pace became much harder to maintain.

Far in the distance I could see the camp,
A moral crushing distance; a mile,
I shortly began to painfully cramp,
Was this running really worthwhile?

Three minutes later I can see the finish,
I thought only of being able to rest,
My body quickly began to diminish,
It was just being way too stressed.

I stumbled over the line absolutely stuffed,
I almost collapsed on the ground,
You have no idea how much I was puffed,
I was around the 10th to finish as I looked around.

A rush of relief rippled through me,
The burning pain soon abated,
I looked at time and grinned with glee,
Upon beating my PB I was utterly elated.

Tomorrow I will face more challenges.