I’ve been here before
This unforgiving ascent
The moment before the burn
I’ve stared up this path
Squinted my eyes
And taken the final breath
I’ve heard these songs
These excuses
These reasons to stop
And go home
I’ve glanced up empty roads
Glanced down at trembling limbs
Felt icy winds cut through clothes
And had tired eyes go dim
I’ve asked myself:
Who is it
You want
To be?
This Thrill. This Gift. This Wild
Moment
Before the
Strain
I’ve been here before
I know what to do
And now I will do this
Once
Again.
Prefontaine, the one running on the hill above and one of my heroes, lived in a trailer while pursuing his running dream.
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