Time Trials, hurdles, miles, half miles, smiles from the crowd, the sweat beating downward, hits the ground and the gun sounds. We are off round the turn picking up speed and finding my pace controlling the race I'm watching my feet, I need, no i have to run tough. I can feel their breath and hear their steps just to my back they are catching up I'm falling out of stride and the pain in my side has me holding my pride, i have to finish, i must survive, i will not be denied the finish line. I will not be denied. Its my time to shine. Why am i racing my mind?
