The burn of my lungs and my legs,
The soreness of my feet and shins,
I gratefully embrace.
I work until my hands and feet become raw and bloody.
The sensation gives me pride,
for I know I am becoming stronger.
I run with the fools and the dogs.
We grow tired, dirty, bloody and sweaty.
We happily do so.
When we become Sore…
When we become Raw…
This is when I find myself beautiful.
When I know who I am.
When we are Ugly.