It started with a jog, a sprint, a run

What strength? I thought I had none

I pushed and I hustled 

I limped, always sore

Yet each early morning

I'd get up for more.

I'd fall and I'd sweat

But I'd leave no regret

Because as my minutes went down 

The pain I'd forget.

 

The dust would follow

But I wouldn't let it win

I'd straighten my elbows

And lift up my chin.

The beeps of watch 

And the scuffle of my shoes

Would awaken the neighbors

From their deep Sunday snooze.

 

And when I look in the mirror

It's no beauty queen I see,

Red face, baggy eyes 

Sweat dripping down

Doesn't matter to me,

For I always rise.

 

I may not be known

Or eager to race

Because what it is for me

This is my kind of place,

My kind of bubble 

To block off the thoughts,

While it may seem like just one,

I have a million shots.

You see, I make the calls

And in my labyrinth

I don't need any walls.

 

Don't worry,

You have nothing to prove,

Just watch out, I’m coming,

So I say you move.

This is my time trial,

My Olympic run

My finish line

And my starting gun.

My track is the gravel

My support is my soles

Because without this

I'm not a whole

 

But am I not tired?

Will I not stop?

How could I? 

Since here, I'm always on top.

Believe me, my friend

I'd love to stay and talk

But I have to get going 

So keep your eyes on the clock.