I am a full-on sprint.
Fast
Aggressive
Fluid
Pumping arms
Controlled stride
Accelerating off the curve
Meditative
Rhythmic breaths
Oxygen fuels
the fire
burning
up my thighs
The straight-away
The final stretch
The true test of
endurance
I will my body to defy
the limitations of gravity
Set aside
self-doubts
Concentrate on
turn-over
Dig into rubber
Lock my gaze
on the finish line
The Way I See It 
I enjoyed reading the poem aloud. The speed with the single word lines are effective and match the speed of the sprint. Thank you
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This poem is so true! You are “a full on sprint” who adds energy to the days of all who know you. Hey, would you mind grabbing me a coffee as you sprint back?
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I love the rhythm of this piece. It feels like I’m on the track too.
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I admire anyone who runs! It wasn’t something I did prior to breaking my ankle in 2019 and I doubt it’s something I’ll ever get back to. (Power walking… that’s where it’s at for me!) That said, your poem leaves me wanting to run despite the thigh burn!
Beautifully written!
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Oh, so good! Almost felt as though I was the one running. Bravo!
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Wow- your words are so spare and precise and match the topic so well.
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Your poetry is breathtaking, much like the run you describe. Well done!
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Power and strength and speed: each brief line builds and builds to that finish line. Love it.
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I’m not a runner so I think I appreciate this poem even more as it shows me all that a runner is feeling and doing. I love it!!
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I love this poem so much- your description is so vivid, I almost feel like a runner as I read this. My favorite stanza, “Oxygen fuels the fire burning up my thighs “
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