The Runners’ High

Posted on June 9, 2012

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The Runners’ High

It’s no longer sport,
No longer just a game.
It has become a way of life.
Every breath is a stride,
Every heartbeat a string of silence.
It is a compulsion from deep within.
It is a passion for glory.
To go through the torment.
To last through the waiting.
To gain that one moment,
Alone with myself.
And only the few,
Who chance to strive,
Can know the experience.
To hear nothing but breath.
To feel nothing but heartbeat.
To feel so much like hell,
Running so closet to heaven.
This is the Runners’ High.
This is the feeling I live for.
This is the goal I strive toward.
If my chance disappears,
Of of my life would end.

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