by Karla Hernandez

Created on: July 12, 2009

The pavement glistens,

The roadway thickens,

With three thousand pounding feet.

Spectators stopping

"Elvis" sings, while bopping

To rhythm of the "Blue Suede Shoes" beat

Up hills, faster breathing

The runners, still seething

That they didn't start out in a flash

But, I pass whom I can

And I ran past a man,

Avoiding puddles so I don't make a splash

I start to run faster,

Do you think I can catch her? -

The woman who cut me off twice...

I play a mind game,

And I don't know her name,

Leaving her far behind will be nice.

Kicked into gear,

The finish line near

Not a chance I'll even look back.

I run with more pride,

Someone yells out "Nice stride!"

It's the finish line and nothing to lack.

My legs start to strain,

I feel minor pain,

I don't even notice one face...

But, I beat the lass

Whom I had to pass

Looks like I've won this two-woman race.

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