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May 2010
So bitter is the pain that sinks deeper inside
I feel as if I’m taking on water
My body refuses to accept such limitless effort
And my mind can do nothing but ignore its pleas
I must pull my collapsing frame forward
Drag myself with the hook of distractions

Speed is but last of my mind’s concerns
But my heart won’t let it forget
It pounds reminders so quickly, It is numb from repetition
My lungs lag behind my falling footsteps
And I am forced to endure for one step after the other
My blood races onwards full of the rage of competition
And I only respond with the most pure instincts
I have to race onwards, I could collapse right now
But I know I can never give up, as something inside me is always fighting
My bones ache with the abuse of nonexistent energy
And as the clock ticks onwards, I only feel more

Beyond comprehension, I am numb and I am safe
And my mind has defeated the begging cries of my body
I am relieved; and the sweet pain of the race
Lets me glide effortlessly to the finish
I run to overcome myself;
and convince myself I feel fine;
I could do this forever;
My mind can handle this;
I enjoy the pain –
and this is the biggest lie within the race
Because I can’t enjoy the pain; I should despise it…

…But I keep coming back for more…


I don’t enjoy the pain;
                                 I love it.
Written by
David Ian Baker
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