You are what you repeatedly do.
Day in and day out, we run. Chasing time, distance, endurance, or other goals. We do it alone. We do it for ourselves. And in the process, we become something different, someone new. Hopefully better, stronger, faster, healthier, more confident, more alive, more ourselves.
Running is pretty magical. It's not always fun, but often that's what keeps bringing us back.
It never gets easier because we keep getting stronger and pushing new limits.
That's what I wanted to start to say in this original poem, One More Mile. I hope this motivates, inspires, and encourages you to keep grinding out the miles day after day, year after year, in search of a better you.
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One More Mile
By: Matt Shinall
Better today
Than yesterday,
Is the creed
For which we bleed.
Consistency is the command,
And daily its demand;
Repeating like a prayer,
It becomes our air;
Gasping for breath,
Avoiding a slow death;
Seemingly mundane,
But racking the brain;
Stride, strike, cadence, pace
Ever ready for the race.
For progress we aim,
Not glory or acclaim,
Simply to improve,
Is this urge to move.
Finding our limit,
Pushing each minute,
For time in motion,
Settles the commotion.
Worries of the day,
Fade away.
No room for stress,
No one to impress.
Over distance and speed,
We beg and plead,
Seeking more
Than we had before.
Forever we sweat,
Outrunning the threat
That claws at the door,
A whispering roar.
Time and age
Are the bars of our cage,
Pushed back for a while,
By one more mile.
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