The Heart of a Race
The Heart of a Race cross country stories
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1 syllable = 10 heartbeats
Each line is its own beats per minute

The Heart of a Race

It is now your time. You get to the start line. Drink some water, check your shoes, Breathe the air, give luck to friends, Stretch some more, practice starting,

And now wait for the loudspeaker.

Once he comes, you try to listen. Distracted by your brain thumbing. He shows you the gun, and then says, Step back three times, return on the mark. As he sets himself up, you must

Restart your heartbeat.

Ignore the crowds stare.

Ignore the crowds stare. Look at the landscape.

Ignore the crowds stare. Look at the landscape. Is it grass or sand?

Ignore the crowds stare. Look at the landscape. Is it grass or sand? Concrete or gravel?

Ignore the crowds stare. Look at the landscape. Is it grass or sand? Concrete or gravel? Are there trees or clouds?

Ignore the crowds stare. Look at the landscape. Is it grass or sand? Concrete or gravel? Are there trees or clouds? Any hills, up or down?

Now focus, gun is out, Pointed at the sky. He yells, ON YOUR MARK, Step forward three times. GET SET, put yourself In the starting pose

Wait perfectly still. The crowd is silent. Every runner knows That death is waiting. Then, the moment ends.

BANG! The race has begun.

Its start is quite fascinating. The atmosphere changes suddenly. All the runners are like startled horses, Frightened by the gunshot and making them stampede.

Starting with a sudden burst of adrenaline. You pick up speed and try to stay ahead of another. Only stomping of feet, intense breathing, and cheers are heard.

After some hundred meters, you bring down the pace. Settle at it for as many miles as you can. Do not let the environment discourage you.

If there are really large hills, you must persevere. Some drizzle, do not fizzle. Soft sand, dig harder. At the end, you are exhausted, but can not stop. For if you want a medal, you accelerate.

See the finish, hear the yelling to go faster. Cross the finish line, and think of all you have accomplished. Marvel at your medal, then drink water. Slow your breathing, Congratulate your friends. Cool yourself down, and take

A well deserved rest.

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