The Race Ends

We all know defeat

Sweat drips from your nose

legs ache

chest heaves, heart pounds

longing to stop

end in sight

100 yards ahead

feet pounding

90… 85…

80…

someone's behind

Not far

Tempting to look

50…45…

Their feet pounding

30…25

wanting to slow

to walk

you can’t

not much farther

sooo close!

got to keep going!

15… 10

you're level.

on your heels.

The final yards

5… 3… 1…

He passes you.

It’s over.