The Usual Run Poem by Jace Wolford

Every time I tighten up my lace
I think about the last race
I do not remember my time or my place
But I remember the agonizing pace

Some people like to run
Some people hate to run
Some run for fun, or at the shot of a gun
And some run just to say they have won

With Sweat beading down my head
My legs feeling as heavy as lead
I keep marching, marching ahead
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead

To have success there is no time to rest
I keep pushing, pushing to pass the test
Pain, sickness, dizziness; is this another test?
I’m done, I finished, I have given my very best!