And Then I Heard It

I ran. It was the most power-soaked run with the biggest burst of inspiration I've ever experienced. I could've won the Chicago. Or so I felt.
I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


My mind was full of pain, but my body so pumped with an unstoppable force. One step after another was one step towards the end. Not just that end.


I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


A full sixty minutes of balls out cardio and each minute was loaded with a revengeful punch. I could've officially TKO'ed even Mike. And Ali.


I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


Then the anger left. Probably because as fast as I was running I would never run with them. Their white tails crossing right through my path. Oh how I felt as if I could jog right alongside.


I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


A simple back country road. Who would've known. The most extravagant sunsets. So close to my heart so close to me. I was running right into it. I wanted to crash right into it.


I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


What a feeling what a fight. I won. Or so I think I have. I wait for the next one.


I was sitting there in tears and then I heard it.


A battle won.