The last 100 yards

Goals... forever out of reach... but only just

Your hair saturated with sweat.

Your muscles straining

You are exhausted

Not an ounce of strength

You are going on pure will power

Only that keeps you on your feet

Your legs are leaden

Your whole body aches

It feels like you are carrying not only your own weight

But also another hundred pounds dropped on you by some huge hand

You wonder how it was so easy

At the beginning

You had taken to the road with an abandon

With a pace that was more than double

Your current one

You are stumbling now, barely managing to keep going

And then you see then end

Sitting there

Just out of reach

Taunting you

Forever out of reach

But only just

Only just.