She grits her teeth. The backwards cap
cradles the sweat earned every lap.
Her calves, they burn. Her stomach churns.
Surely her pains will yield returns!
The speed increases with a zip.
The belt hastens, she almost trips.
Her muscles smolder from the force,
Regain balance, steady her course.
Her silent oath, her humble prayer:
"Why do I endure this despair?
If I'm a failure strike me down!
I'll end the chase, renounce my crown!"
"I will retreat to points unseen,
grow fat like a retired queen!
Then I will have my just desserts.
I'll eat candies until I burst!"
Another step, another mile.
She stops the treadmill with a smile.
At last she's won! Oh, how she aches.
Now for the spoils...
CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKES!
- February 20, 2019. -
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