Hooch Point

I wake up before dawn, clearing my head.

Chugging the water bottle kept beside my bed.

Unlocking my phone to check the weather.

Searching for the pieces of my uniform, bringing them together.

 

I grab a borderline rotten banana,

While listening to my power song; New Americana.

Shuffling my feet and playlist

Impatiently, going through my mental checklist.

  

As I nervously toe the line,

Searching for my friends, as a life line

The gun goes off.

I take off.

 

Never ending miles...

Never ending smiles...

I carbo loaded last night

To prepare for morning light

 

I change my mental song to a comfortable pace,

Though my legs are still sore training for today’s race.

Very exhausted; ever ready to fight,

I am ready to take myself to the next height.

 

I round the corner hugging it slightly,

I know this route; I run it nightly!

The sun is blazing and I can feel the heat,

But I’ve faced this and have come to beat.

 

Random thoughts swarming between my ears;

Finally pushing that last hill, overcoming my fears.

I see the familiar oak that reminds me my childhood.

I want to stop and explore, but not sure if I should.

 

Just a few more paces

To trudge through my laces.

My oh my!
I just might cry!

 

The crowd is cheering, yelling names,

As I pretend to be in The Olympic Games.

Half a mile left to go--

I come blazing through the raised plateau.

 

Bells ringing, clocks ticking,

I come into the homestretch and begin kicking.

I flash through the end,

Offering all of my energy; everything I could expend.

 

I look up and the time is etched into my mind,

Knowing that this is why I rise and grind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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