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I'm standing and hear the sound of the gun

But there are so many there's no place to run

People are herded together like cattle

If I try to start, with others I have to battle



So I have to wait while the clock ticks on

Minutes go by and I give a little yawn

Finally I can see the masses start to break

With all the feet pounding it feels like a quake



I start to run slowly so others I won't bump

And my heart gets excited, I can feel it pump

It's time for all my training to hold me through

No different at this point than all of this crew



Moving faster now and I'm running my stride

I feel good and hold my head up with pride

For to be able to participate in this annual event

Makes me want to push on and not relent



Now I've passed mile five and have plenty of strength

My energy's there and my stride still has length

I pass a stop, grab a water cup and drink it down

Then I push on with only the thought of the next town



Ten miles have come and gone, starting to hurt

Get some more water and use it to squirt

The coolness soothes my hot burning skin

and I start to feel some pain in my shin



Pushing on through mile fifteen my clothing is soaked

Beginning to wonder what it was about that I joked

Cause I don't think it's funny at this point in time

Knowing the hills that I have yet to climb



I know now why this hill is called heartbreak

My entire body is tired and starting to ache

It's time to focus and get though the pain

I'm beginning to wonder if this thing I do is sane



Twenty miles done and are now under my belt

All I can think of is how much better I've felt

Only six more to go, I know I can make the distance

I wish though my body wasn't giving such resistance



I continue on will, for now I can't think

The sweat hurts my eyes and I squint and I blink

It's funny, I'm exhaustively hot and yet have a chill

I hurt so much I'm beginning to feel ill



Gone over twenty-five miles, my mind says to stop

but my soul keeps me going, I'll run till I drop

Twenty-six miles to the end of the line

I know when I'm there that I will feel fine



I can see the finish with all of the crowd

They're cheering me on by yelling real loud

I think of what it took and how I have grew

I cross the line knowing it was what I must do