They are the only ones that kept me going. I am the only one anticipates them. Two illusive races with intense competitors and huge stakes at hand. Two illusive races that show no mercy, not now nor ever. Two driving coaches shouting from the stands. I hear them, yet I still focus on the race as I listen.
I focus on the task at hand, comprehending yet competing
my endurance is strong. I make my mark in the race, I speed up as I slow down, grabbing my victories hand, never letting it go, pushing pushing until I can push no more.
Let my mind clear, focusing only on the race. Arrowhead, Arrowhead, Arrowhead they
shout, as I take the lead. Winning the race.
            When I am too tired .and fatigue from running, when I am but a Competitor among many veterans, I remember the races. When my conidence is bare. Two victorious, despite my rivals.