The rush through my veins. My legs, screaming at me to stop. Lungs, bleeding out of every pore. Mind and body work against each other, though so in harmony. The torturous cry that is so ignored by the determined mind. It is like a mental crop, pushing you onward. As I pant for breath, feeling completely defeated, I am crowned with self victory. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, somewhere buried in my heart, burns a reason. A simple desire. Something unknown that pushes me to do greater. I cannot see it, but I feel it in every cell of my body. Some little voice inside yelling "Go!".

Hehe, a nice picture of a guy running. Mmmmm....