I thought it was just running,
But it's your upper body and more,
It's learning to hurt,
And determination through your core.
I thought it was a group for jogging,
But the "j word" is a slur,
We are team of racers,
Watching everything go by in a blur.
It feels like death,
But you're more than alive,
Passing opponents,
As you open your stride.
So when I hear "it's just running,"
I am more than offended,
This sport gave me scars,
From all the injuries I've mended.
You have to be mentally tough,
And slightly crazy,
It's physically exhausting,
But I pity those who go against me.
I've worked hard for my place,
Not a number on a shirt,
But my time in the records,
As I run through woods and dirt.
It's not just running,
It's the sound of the gun,
Feeling the adrenaline,
Right under the sun.
It's pushing past this mental wall,
that says you'll fail,
As you feel tired and weak,
But still we never bail.
It's pushing the boundaries,
Of what's humanly possible,
As you climb the mountains,
Feeling unstoppable.
It's taking 23 minutes,
To run a 5k,
But the season is young,
And history is underway.
Nothing holds us back,
But thunder and lightning,
But we don't care,
We're crazy and keep fighting.
Because you see it's not just running,
It's that moment you cross the line,
Knowing you're strong and fast,
And that moment is all mine.
This isn't just running... This is Cross Country!
