Running,
the wind whipping his face,
keeping him focused on his goal
Pushing harder,
running faster,
eyes locking on his target
It's still distant,
but getting clearer
The wind stings;
brings tears to his eyes
The wind stings;
he sets his jaw
in determination
Legs burning,
arms pumping,
pushing forward-
running faster still
His vision clears
the target within sight
A yellow band
of freedom,
of victory
Never slowing,
never retreating
Always pushing,
always reaching
Until, finally
the yellow tape
is broken
and he emerges
at last
a winner