Run the Race

There is sweat on your brow.
Your hands are numb from clenching your fists.
Your legs feel weak beneath you.
But you feel amazing.

It’s the peace of exhilaration.
It’s the restful moment of unceasing movement.
It’s the feeling of a loss that says “Try harder.”
It’s the feeling of a win that says “You made it.”

You made it! You made it!

As your feet hit the grass, you can hear silent footsteps.
As you feel the wind, all you can hear is your breath heavy.
As you cross the finish line, you can hear thousands of people screaming.

They’re screaming for you! They’re screaming for you!

You’ve made it to the end.
You have never felt more proud of whom you are than now.
You have never felt more proud of what you’ve done than this moment.
You’ve ran the race and made it home.

You made it home! You made it home!