This isn't just some article about a favorite sport, and how exhausted it makes you feel. This is an article which I want you to relate to.
Track is a way I like to clarify my mind and soul. The pounding of my feet on the pavement will coordinating that with jumping over a hurdle. Throwing eight pounds balls made of steel. That is my way to let all my anger and frustration out. Every hurdle I jump there is a reason I jump.
Hurdle one, my love hurt me.
Hurdle two, someone said something horrible.
Hurdle three, my parents.
All the way up to ten I am overcoming something.
Sometimes all ten are just about boys, or all ten are just about my struggles. With each leap I take I get closer to the finish line.
Victory is waiting for me.
And that day when I win I know I will be totally over my struggles.
Ever feel that way about something? Comment if you have.
Track is a way I like to clarify my mind and soul. The pounding of my feet on the pavement will coordinating that with jumping over a hurdle. Throwing eight pounds balls made of steel. That is my way to let all my anger and frustration out. Every hurdle I jump there is a reason I jump.
Hurdle one, my love hurt me.
Hurdle two, someone said something horrible.
Hurdle three, my parents.
All the way up to ten I am overcoming something.
Sometimes all ten are just about boys, or all ten are just about my struggles. With each leap I take I get closer to the finish line.
Victory is waiting for me.
And that day when I win I know I will be totally over my struggles.
Ever feel that way about something? Comment if you have.
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