The Race

The Race

Pushing forward, she moves ever so swiftly

Catching her long ponytail in the distant breeze

She starts off slow, but works her way towards gaining on the others

She knows what she must do

She must pace herself accordingly, and take very little breaks

She is getting close to the first milestone now

She sees almost all the others taking a break

She pushes forward at her own pace

Not paying attention to those off the sidelines

She feels the breeze on her oval shaped face now

She knows she has a way to go until the next milestone

But she pushes forward anyways running at a regular pace

Taking slow breaths in and slow breaths out as she moves

She feels herself beginning to want to move faster

But knows that if she does she will wear out before the next break

She feels confident that finally she can do this

She had a long road to get here, to get to this point

She fought her way into this race

She will fight, she will continue, she will finish

She paces herself and slows her stride ever so slightly

She sees the next milestone ahead

This time she goes off to the side and drinks some water

She doesn't stay long before she is headed towards the finish line

She feels the pull of her muscles, the ache in her back

But she doesn't stop, she keeps pushing forward at her own pace

She has taken a slight lead and can see the finish line

She takes bigger strides now, feeling the tension in her body

She takes in deeper breaths and pushes herself forward once more

Finally, she finishes the race, and her body is aching all over

But she is happy and confident, because she finished what she started

Not only did she finish the race, she won the race

She felt like this was what she was meant to do

To show others that you can achieve anything

She had won the race despite the obstacles she faced.