feet pounding
ahead and behind me.
hearts racing
all at once.
adrenaline pulsing
through our brains as we think towards our goal.
3.1 miles
through trails, grass, hills, gravel.
3.1 miles
of speed, pain, sweat, and tears.
3.1 miles
of tempo, pace, surging, grit.
3.1 miles
till the euphoria that lasts for hours.
this is cross country.
this is my home.

They set out together a long time ago
there was a keenness to their gait
whatever was going to be thrown at them
they’d take in their stride and then leave to fate.

They made many new friends along the way
with hearts so stout and true
and some friends are with them still today
’cause they’re good people through and through.

Their journey took them far and wide
it has been one hell of a ride
there were hardships aplenty along the road
but they never left each other’s side.

And now they are here in the twilight years
the journey’s not over for them yet
the gait is less keen and they have their fears
but they've got plenty of mileage in them yet.

©Joe Wilson – Keep going…2014