I ran on the roads,
hot black top
making me melt in
my cloths
that were soaked from
so much sweating.

Heated frustration
edging me on
while my body built up
lots of
stinging lactic acid.

Breath beating me,
as I gasped eagerly
to quench
my thirst
for oxygen.

I ran rough
heading fast up
the high wooden steps
to work myself
to death
with weights.

Wondering why
I pushed so hard,
I hit the yard
hurting myself
with the back
of the executioner’s axe.

Why did I strive?

All I can think is,
stubborn pride
and rage
moved me.