Cross Country.

I ran across that line, With my feet chasing my spine, My shoes were tight, My ears were bright, For all I knew is I had to fight, I pushed and shoved until I was out, For the runners beside me, Had no way out, My legs were numb my eyes were tight, From all of the water that came out of spite, The coaches and parents that stood on the line, Had no way of knowing what time they'd arrive, For all that they knew this was a game, The kind that can make, Their runners feel pain, For 3.1 miles that line lays in wait, It's long and enduring but worth the wait, For what comes ahead is worth the race, So don't you look down in disgrace, For the place that you take is not who you are, It's only a race, So don't be afraid, To set your own pace.