Running...But It's Awesome
Salty sweat drips into my mouth and stings my eyes,
but it's awesome
My legs are on fire from being forced up that long gradual hill,
but it's awesome
Peanut butter from breakfast creeps up into the back of my throat burning,
but it's awesome
because I pushed through physical pain by using my tough mind
and finished the race, now mentally and physically tougher than before I started it.
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