From The Sweat Of My Brow Poem by Nicholas Schumacher

I am a runner formed form the sweat of my brow
From long, blazing, summer days roasting in the heat
To the cold, unforgiving, bitter winds of winter
Who knows naught of care and compassion
And whose hate towards the world knows no bounds

I am borne from this city
Whose roads I have run with to the limits of my soul
And whose winding roads have helped steer me
Through this life and all its needless complexities

I am a runner formed from the sweat of my brow
From the spirit of my team
and the unity it brings
To the sorrow brought upon by a loss
And the disappointment that follows

I run and I run and I run
As hard as I can
Far past the point of exhaustion
Always trying, always working, at becoming faster
I am a runner formed from the sweat of my brow