In the moments where I run 100 miles sitting down,
A mantra repeats itself in my mind, it stays with me a comforing thought
As my heart rumbles within my chest,
It is ok, It is ok, It is ok
Those words repeat in my hazing head,
But if someone asks how was my day?
Without a moment lost I reply: "It was ok"
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
In the moments where I run 100 miles sitting down,
A mantra repeats itself in my mind, it stays with me a comforing thought
As my heart rumbles within my chest,
It is ok, It is ok, It is ok
Those words repeat in my hazing head,
But if someone asks how was my day?
Without a moment lost I reply: "It was ok"
