Where I'm From
I'm from miles of trials
and trials of miles.
From the secret:
the slow erosion of
the soles of
my running shoes.
I'm from early morning runs
through the mist
with nothing but cattle
and the slow easy
breaths of my teammates.
I'm from a cabin in the
woods with a grass track
and endless revolutions
around that wornout
oval.
I'm from the building
bubble of anticipation,
the knowledge that it'll
hurt, and the joy of testing
the limits of my
endurance.
When all is said and done:
the clock won't protect you.
It won't lie about you
or to you.
I'm from miles of trials
and trials of miles.
From the secret:
the slow erosion of
the soles of
my running shoes.
I'm from early morning runs
through the mist
with nothing but cattle
and the slow easy
breaths of my teammates.
I'm from a cabin in the
woods with a grass track
and endless revolutions
around that wornout
oval.
I'm from the building
bubble of anticipation,
the knowledge that it'll
hurt, and the joy of testing
the limits of my
endurance.
When all is said and done:
the clock won't protect you.
It won't lie about you
or to you.