It's feet and pavement
Pain. Slow. Clumsy
Waning energy
More coffee! More sleep!
A sort of "tag you're it!"
Assault on my limbs
I hate the start, the way
My muscles and my mind
Collabratively coup.
I run for the ending
The nimble way
My legs concede
The delicious ache
Of momentum and limits
Going at it like Battle Bots
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