The Race Gives Her Reason
My lungs. Burn.
My legs. Ache.
Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be.
My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality that gets me across the finishline.
For this is the reason I have learned to push myself. This is the reason I find myself invested in everything I do. This is the reason I have come to learn self discipline. This is the reason that I continue to find joy in the more minute moments of life.
As my teammates cheer me to the finish, I know running is the reason I have become who I am. Strong.
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