Her feet pound
The crunchy gravel kicked underfoot
Dust rises where she trods
Her heart trying to catch up to her pace
Sharp breathes cut her lungs
And her chest starts to burn
Step, step, step
Trotting
Running her own race
Trying to impress an audience of one
It hurts so much
Yet feels so good
She will be better than she was yesterday
She will be stronger than she was yesterday
She will not just “get it done”...
She wants to be a champion
She will rise to the occasion
And be her own hero