You're not good enough.

It's hot, humid and im in pain. The short, crisp shifting of my frail limbs keep me goin. One would stop at this point, I don't. Music fills my pounding ears. The sounds of drums and off beat guitar rifts accompanies my heavy breathing. Thick bristles lightly hit my forehead. The sun is finally setting. The perpetual blackness guides me still. This is my habitat, my niche, my thing. A rush of blood races through my legs as I encounter the final stages. My human instincts burden me and yell, "you're too tired, you can't make it." It happens to all of us. In any situation, at some point in our lives, we are overwhelmed by something. There's a road block in our lives that has awful timing. What do you do? Well, at this point I'm at the brink. Most would stop, give in and be happy. Then, it hits me. A surge of exuberance sets in. It sets in sync with my power song. I shed the mental weight and rip off all doubt. My arms swing, my head dips in deeper and my legs pound with each blistering step. "Go, go, go." I tell myself. My heart races and the wind makes me fly. I'm a runner. And I love it.

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