I’m not good at resting

My friend says rest is productive

But I find work is seductive

Where is my time investing

I always want to run faster

But in the end will it really matter

If my 5k time were 00:00

I’d still be unhappy

I know when I’m in the ground I’ll curse gravity

My hamstring tears, my fibula aches

I tell myself if I push just a little longer then I can break

But what kind of respite will I take

I like to teeter with the limits

Even when it gets expensive

Dodging between cars, sweating it out, sprinting till the end

A new pair of shoes

If I give it my all, I know I can win

I’ll do all I can do

A little more accomplishing for a little more dopamine

Some medals that will rot

A second of a high

An acquaintance’s wide eyes

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a slice

Of the chocolate cake

Or some other carbohydrate

To put my feet up

To walk just because

To lie on the yoga mat

And not worry about fat

To ultimately stop comparing myself

To run slow for fun

I gave it a shot for just two weeks

And how interesting

I got faster