Streaming in – first, second, third…
Meaningless numbers
It is personal
The sweat
I see you

The grimace on your face becomes amplified
“run, run”
The ritual from the stands that you will never hear
Locked inside is a mental game that no one sees
A game that you have practiced time and time again

Long winter miles, sore muscles, missed expectations
Sweat, tears, head hung
Opportunity slips
I see you

The day will come
The day when you can relate
As they stream in – second, third, fourth…