It's a mile, right? No big deal.
Just wake up, put on your shoes.
Eat a banana, bagel, anything.
Then lace up those shoes.
And get ready to go.
You stretch outside.
Feeling that muscle ache.
Burning desire to be free.
Run down the street with speed.
Hair in the face.
You constantly have to brush it back.
Nothing to hold it back.
Just your hand, constantly above your head.
Whip, whip, whip.
Eventually learning to love it.
You sweat, drips of it come crawling down.
Putting you in a trance.
Completely free of just about anything.
Then snapping back into action.
You keep on running.
Creep up to that mile.
Burn your every desire.
You're almost there.
Boom! That's one mile.
Get some water and be done.
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