As I ease into the starting blocks, my muscles tense and my

thoughts race to a sense of readiness as the competition nears.

At the sound of the gun, I break clear of my block and seem to be

at an average pace with the majority as some competitors race

frantically on, not realizing the distance to be covered.

As I glance back, I see those who came out slowly, or just

started late and note their gradual loss of ground.

As I turn a fellow competitor slips and falls, a team mate

slows to offer encouragement, but to no avail.

Some competitors now grow weary, but drive on to reach goals,

even though less than the finish. Others seem to be gaining

strength as they approach and now pass the crowd.

As we pass three-quarters, our number has dwindled to only a

scant few, not widely scattered, and the seemingly well coached

lead, with only a slight advantage.

Now in the final stretch, our bones are weary and our bodies

ache, winning has became irrelevant, and to finish only near the

top will be glory enough.

But, in their souls, all still have visions of being the winner.