The Rhythm of the Race

I run to the rhythm of a 4/4 beat
It’s percussion brings a meaning to my ever-pounding feet
Every inch a victory, every mile a stone
Every challenge that I conquer
Is an enemy overthrown

Seeeya ha harrrhah
Seeeya ha harrrhah
Seeeya ha harrrhah
Seeeya ha harrrhah

Navajo staccato rhythm breathed loudly in defiance
My lungs breath deep 
The clean fresh air 
No longer ventolin reliant 

I reach my toes and guide my feet
Through muddy tracks
And cobbled street
With wind in face and sweat on back
I bow my head and plod my track

Each runner set before me 
Is a battleground to take
Each landmark I attain 
Is a fortress that I stake

And lay my claim 
To victory
Over self and doubt and past
And blistered feet and aching bones 
And times I wasn’t fast.

But finishing is what we seek
Our eyes like flint on goal
And as we strive to reach that line 
The end will make us whole

Every single sinew strains
Your focused eye unwavering 
And faster now the heart-drum pounds 
As finish line you’re savouring

Hiyaha haw-haw, hiyaha haw-haw
The tribal chieftain cries
Every fibre of your being is straining for that prize.

High lift knees and rapid feet 
Emerge with sudden kick 
As you relish this – your chosen moment 
And take a hungry lick 

Of the feast of opportunity that lies now at your feet
Calves and thighs in synergy and faster yet the beat
And poured out like an offering
Is this heady, sweaty potion

To a god of sport and energy
To a demigod of motion.
Your passion etched across your face 
You pass them one by one 
And take your place in history
As one who came and won.

P J Deakin 2017 ©

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