I burn away the blood, I awake again anew to reach that peak forever beyond me.
Weary eyes turn focused as I see my journey before me. I am calm; paused.
Like a beast held back: my body await the start. For there will be a start. There always is. Every time. Every day.
My mind is aware; it knows what is in sight. My muscles begin to chant like an almighty crowd, eager to be entertained. The night turns to dawn. I’m ready again.
I’m ready for the start; the magnificent middle and the victorious end. For I do this every day.
I am because I can.