Gasing Race

5-9-06

Lightly tanned ochre
and many shades of green
Black and orange spider
Looking so very mean

Running through the jungle
missing all the sights
step through man made rubble
to see nature's light

Pain, thirst and breathlessness
To each their own limit
Away from city restlessness
Yourself you want to beat

You hear wind rushing past
Leaves fall as you run
You don't want to be last
Yet you want to have fun

Trail running is therapy
An escape from life
A way out of the tragedy
Of today's modern strife

Heavy thuds or light footfalls
One race for many ages
The shrill sound of adrenaline calls
for more speed from the racers

The finish line is near
The timers sit by quietly
the crowd starts to cheer
Who is that?

Disclaimer: The writer wasn't actually at the end of the race.. so all that part is just well... hearsay and imagination. The writer wasn't racing either.. but she did fall in love with trail running during that race. =)