A chapter comes to an end, as I cross the line last.
My competitive days are over, and college becomes the past.
I move on to rec. running, racing in a cotton tee
Trying to figure out life, and who I’m meant to be.
But there’s a voice in my head, that says I’m not done
There’s records to shatter, and titles to be won.
I ignore this for now, just random thoughts in my head
Dreams are cool and all, but I have a wife in my bed.
A year goes by, and I get a job at a college
Coaching and teaching, passing on knowledge.
Inspired again, I try a 26.2
Training comes easy, 100 miles becomes few
My 5th week in practice, I decided to have some fun
I ran a marathon in training, a hilly 2:21.
About 2 months later and whole lot of miles,
I raced my first ‘thon, and qualified for the Trials.
The next year flew by, as fast as 211 laps
An indoor marathon record, and a darkhorse perhaps?
Then came Atlanta, The Olympic Trials race
I crossed the line shocked, finishing 7th place.
7th in the nation, how the heck could this be?
I heard that voice in my head, “Now, will you listen to me?”.
It was overwhelming joy, and excitement for what’s ahead
A contract with Brooks, and Majors to shred
Then the world stopped, by a virus I will not name
And time began to stall, every day the same
I wasn’t doing great, but you couldn’t tell from afar
Treadmill feats, a record, and even a PR.
As the days dragged on, I didn’t take action
Isolated and inactive, never brings satisfaction
But the voice is still there, reminding me my fate
So it’s time to get up, it’s time to be great.