They run in the morning darkness
Just bouncing flashes of light
Too far ahead for me to hear
What they are talking about.
I feel like I’m climbing Everest
On that final push in the dark
Where I’m locked into every step and
Imprisoned within my thoughts of finishing.
I’m running without a light,
Counting on my night vision and
The contours of the road to guide me safely.
Both adding to the thrill.
For I’m chasing the pack,
And running with fear about those behind catching me,
The oxygen feels thinner, my lungs and legs ache,
My hands are getting cold, and I’m alive
Because I am testing myself,
Four weeks into this level of running and
The changes are beginning to happen,
I’m starting to believe again.
Is charging the batteries of my competitive self
That have truly lit my way in life,
Maybe covering for a lack of talent or smarts,
But always keeping me in the game and
Feeling like I might have a chance.
As the lights pass beyond where the darkness lets them be seen,
They disappear. I know that someday I will catch them.