Run

The scorching wind opposes my momentum,
Pushing hard against me.
I struggle,
But I win the fight.
Sweat now trickles down my back,
My hair,
Soaked.
I turn the corner,
I wipe my brow,
I steady my pace
Keeping with the beat
That sounds in my ears.
Heat?
Pain?
No time to think,
I'm almost there.