Stages of the Race
By Monika F., W. Lafayette, IN
Bang!
Running takes over.
Legs moving, lungs breathing
Deep, steady breaths.
Staying with the best.
Watch ticking, heart ticking.
Strategizing.
Over paths, roads, grass.
Uphill, downhill, flat.
Across the country,
One mile down, 1.5 to go.
Spikes digging, arms waving,
Running constantly,
Every second still brings more
seconds.
More than halfway through,
One mile to go.
Lactic acid seeping throughout body,
Cramping,
Crippling the talents.
Muscles screaming like a
frightened child,
Must stop! Won’t stop.
Concentrate!
Half a mile to go.
Heart is beating,
Strong, sure.
No chance of stopping,
Almost to the line,
Soon, soon.
Images of the brave crossing
the mind:
Heroes, never giving up.
The power is gathering.
One-third of a mile to go.
Tired!
Closer, just a little more.
Quick, before you die,
The taste of the line is in the mouth,
The sound of the line strung in the
final cheering,
The smell of the line dripping in
the sweat,
The sight of the line in front,
15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet
Fireworks
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