The Marathon Race

In the monstrous, glaring, beat-down rage of the blazing sun I rested on my lawn chair and saw the slower racers cross the finish line of the longest race in foot racing They retched, threw up and fell to the ground trying to grasp the elusive breath, holding on to their sides truly a pitiful, heart wrenching sight Except on the victory stand which was set away from the finishing runners on stage winners looked ready to run another 26-mile marathon Their Adrenalin up, their smiling faces infecting all the racing enthusiasts all runners experienced the hurt of exhaustion, pain, valor and spirit not to be endured again until the next marathon The next marathon, grueling, grinding and punishing is pain felt more by the losers, that is, unless they win then the pain won’t be as bad But heroism and bravery and endurance of resolve will still be on display.