Grody Psycho

Run until you puke, push it harder another four.

Run until your toenails fall off, it's okay you will grow some more.

Run until you begin to shed, there's still plenty on your head.

Cramps like a knife stabbing your calf, hopefully they won't come til after the half.

Blisters upon blisters and lips turning blue, wishing you were at home with the flu.

Don't get too emotion you might hyperventilate. What happens next? The heart wants to palpitate.

Toes curling under involuntarily, wishing you were a fan cheering on merrily.

Bone on bone about to shatter, forget it! stay focused; mind over matter.

Fingers and toes begin to go numb. Delirium?, or sanity? tells you this is dumb.

If you slow down it only hurts worse, keep your head up and try not to curse.

Is 1 more step a possibility? Stop doubting and make it reality.

The finish line is drawing near the shouts of loved ones you can hear.

Digits formed by red flashing lights, it's almost over push with all your might.

Over the last mile marker you soar, you never loved that beeping sound more.

.2 miles never felt longer, physically mentally, emotionally you're stronger.

-Angie Purvis






Let's go for a run!