In the morning light, I lace my shoes tight, On the road I find my stride, in the run, I take pride. Pounding pavement, trail, or track, Once I start, there's no turning back.

Sweat beads forming, heart rate soaring, Endorphins flooding, never boring. Through the hills and the bends, With each step, the soul mends.

In the race of life, a metaphor, Running teaches, it's much more. Not just a job, but a way, To find myself, come what may.