Run while the spirit is free
Jog till your arms leave thee
Count to take your mind off
The pounding of your feet on tarmac
Black or gray is the road
Concentrate hard
Earphones buzzing
The voice of the singer
Carries you along
Up the hill
Count 1, 2, 3...
Tell yourself it\'s not far
You can do this, it feels flat by far
Sweat in your eyes
Burning bright
A whiff of a breeze
Preventing you from a freeze
Onward you go
Determined to finish
Just think of the chocolate you can
Eat at the end!