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I Can't Live Without My Running Shoes


I can't live without my running shoes.

Sounds like an interesting thing for me to choose?

My passion is going the distance, wherever it may take me.

I need my running shoes, to go outside, collect my vitamin D.

Six years ago, I joined my sport to love, track.

After the first season, I thought I would never go back.

The sprinting was difficult, the sweat getting into my eyes.

Not to mention those meet days; I thought they would be my demise.

After a couple of years, as my sprinting career was prolonging,

sophomore year of high school came, and I found my belonging.

Diane Fournier, distance coach, a woman to be respected.

She threw me into the two mile; my out-of-shapeness she corrected.

While I busted my ass at practice, running extra miles of my sparetime,

I would meet the greatest group of guys and girls; my friends for a lifetime.

They are supportive, kind-hearted, the fast people that I had to chase,

except when we ran together in the 800 meter relay race.

When they graduated, I was sad, my friends on to better things.

They told me that I need to keep working hard, and success is what it brings.

Now I'm a senior, days away from going out on my own,

my running shoes will stay will me, however, I will stay away from this rhyme zone.

 

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