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Terrors of the 1000

In the bright, firing sun, cones placed on the treacherous front field

With a terror in my heart and a drive to my stride

My legs are eager, my lungs are strong

As I prepare to push myself along

The path before me is long and winding

Coach screaming binding the horror in our eyes

I take my first steps in fear driving to stride farther, and then a few more

As I feel my body start to soar

The rhythm of my breath keeps me on pace

As I push myself to its limit, with it being the case

My muscles burn, my heart beats fast

But I am determined to make this last

I push through the pain, and dig deep within.

Coach shouting, "you aren't going fast enough, you aren't good enough"

I ask myself, "Shall I quit, what's the point"

When someone tells you you're not good enough,

It stings like a wound, deep and rough.

Their words like daggers, pierce through the soul,

Making you feel small, like you've lost control.

You start to doubt your every move,

As their criticism eats away at you.

You wonder if they're right, if you're truly flawed,

But listen, to what I say,

For their words don't define you in any way.

You are worthy, you are enough,

And don't let their negativity make you feel rough.

With each passing mile, I feel more alive,

As I push my body to its very thrive.

I am a runner, strong and true,

And nothing can stop me, I'll see this through.

So I continue on, my feet pounding the ground,

As I push my body to reach new profound.

And in the end, I'll know I gave my all,

Pushing my limits, with every stride and crawl.

BLUE TRAIL

The rustling of the leaves beneath my feet,

As I run along this trail so sweet,

The trees tower high above my head,

And the sounds of the city are long since dead.

With each step, I feel more free,

As the woods embrace and comfort me.

The gentle breeze brushes past my face,

And the sun's warm rays, they do embrace.

I come across a river, cool and clear,

The rocks form a path that I hold dear.

I step on a rock, but it gives way,

And I fall into the river, with a sudden dismay.

The water is icy, and it steals my breath,

As I gasp and struggle in its depth.

My clothes are soaked, and my body shivers,

As I struggle to get up and out of the river.

But I am not defeated, I will not quit,

For I am strong, and I will endure this bit.

I rise up from the water, with a renewed might,

And continue on, with all my might.

The trail is long, but I am determined,

To finish what I started, and leave nothing unturned.

The woods around me, they do inspire,

To keep on going, and never tire.

And though I am wet and cold to the bone,

I know in my heart, I am not alone.

For the trail and the woods, they do surround,

And their beauty and strength, they do astound.

So I run on, with a new sense of grace,

And I continue on, at my own pace.

For the river may have knocked me down,

But I rise up, and I still wear the crown.

Track-

I ran with all my might and main,

My heart and soul, my body strain,

A year ago, in this very place,

I raced with vigor, set the pace.

I pushed myself to go further,

My determination was the driver,

I crossed the finish line with pride,

My victory was hard-earned, not denied.

But fate had something else in store,

A year later, my feet hit the floor,

I fell, my body writhing in pain,

My running career, gone down the drain.

I felt defeated, lost, and low,

My passion for running had to go,

But I refused to let this setback win,

I gathered my strength, and I began again.

I worked hard, day and night,

To regain my strength, to win the fight,

With every step, I felt the pain,

But I knew I had to push again.

Now I run with a newfound zeal,

The pain has faded, my wounds have healed,

I've learned to never give up the chase,

No matter how hard, no matter the pace.

So here I am, standing tall,

In this very place, I gave my all,

I may have lost my running career,

But my spirit and will, I hold so dear.

Woods

Running in the summer sun,

With my teammates, we have fun,

Sweating, panting, pushing through,

Our goal in sight, we'll make it true.

Then we turn into the woods,

Where no one sees us, where we could

Take a break from the coach's demands,

And run at our own pace, feel the freedom expand.

The trail stretches long and wide,

Nature's beauty, it's by our side,

The shade from the trees, a welcome relief,

From the heat of the sun, it's a brief reprieve.

Our feet pound the ground, but we feel light,

Our minds are calm, our spirits take flight,

In this favorite spot of ours,

We forget our fatigue and regain our powers.

We talk and laugh as we go,

Our worries and stresses seem to slow,

In this peaceful sanctuary,

We find our strength and our clarity.

So we run and run until the end,

Where our coach awaits, to commend

Our effort and dedication,

In this journey of self-realization.

Running in the hot summer sun,

May be tough, but it's also fun,

Especially when we find our retreat,

In this hidden trail, where we can compete.

Grass baseball field

Running hard, pushing through the pain,

Sweat pouring down like heavy rain,

My body aches, my breaths are short,

But I won't give up, I'll stay the course.

The workout's tough, my legs feel weak,

But I won't give in, I'll find the technique,

To make it through, to reach the end,

And emerge victorious, with strength to defend.

And as I run around the baseball field,

The shade is like a healing shield,

It cools me down, gives me strength,

And with every lap, my pace extends.

The sun beats down, but the shade's my savior,

It lifts me up, it's my motivator,

I feel alive, I feel the thrill,

Of overcoming this challenge, with a will.

And so I keep on running, with all my might,

Through the pain, through the blinding light,

With every step, I gain momentum,

And in this moment, I feel a sense of freedom.

Running in the shade, around the field,

Is my secret weapon, my force to wield,

It makes me faster, gives me power,

And with every lap, my spirit towers.

So even though it's tough, and I'm in pain,

I know that I can do it. I'll make the gain,

With the shade to guide me and the field to run,

I'll overcome this challenge, and I'll have won.