In heat and in sleet,
Alone and in a fleet,
Their destiny is to run,
The race has just begun.
Their mottos may vary,
Of failure, they aren’t wary,
The thrill unprecedented
To others, may seem demented.
This is not just any race,
The need to keep up pace,
Until their final breath,
A last run at the face of death.
This maybe their swan song
From start to finish, amidst the throng,
Collapsing in complete exhaustion,
Their life, the ultimate inspiration.
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