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Standing on the stripe, Preparing for pain My insides flustered, And thoughts clustered The anticipation of the gun, As the starter waves it in the air A sudden blast sends us out, And your supporters shout The first mile passes fast, Everyone mobbed together Then the lead pack surges forward And leaves behind the big herd The fight begins, mind over body I breathe harder and focus The pack accelerates each step And feet move in constant rep Up the hill I stick with the pack And then make my move on the down Knowing it was time to break the group And finish off the large loop As I expected, Torrey’s lead runner Pushes forward at my side The sweat drips down my face But I can only think of finishing this race With four hundred meters to go We begin our outrageous kicks I sprint, stride in stride With Torrey Pines’ only pride My legs go numb to the sting As I see the tape ahead Sixty miles per week, practice every day All comes down to this one final play Faster and faster my legs move And I lean into the checkered line I hit the finish shoot, and fall down But I had won the league crown Standing on the stripe, Thinkpiece Preparing for pain My insides flustered, And thoughts clustered The anticipation of the gun, As the starter waves it in the air A sudden blast sends us out, And your supporters shout The first mile passes fast, Everyone mobbed together Then the lead pack surges forward And leaves behind the big herd The fight begins, mind over body I breathe harder and focus The pack accelerates each step And feet move in constant rep Up the hill I stick with the pack And then make my move on the down Knowing it was time to break the group And finish off the large loop As I expected, Torrey’s lead runner Pushes forward at my side The sweat drips down my face But I can only think of finishing this race With four hundred meters to go We begin our outrageous kicks I sprint, stride in stride With Torrey Pines’ only pride My legs go numb to the sting As I see the tape ahead Sixty miles per week, practice every day All comes down to this one final play Faster and faster my legs move And I lean into the checkered line I hit the finish shoot, and fall down But I had won the league crown Standing on the stripe, Thinkpiece Preparing for pain My insides flustered, And thoughts clustered The anticipation of the gun, As the starter waves it in the air A sudden blast sends us out, And your supporters shout The first mile passes fast, Everyone mobbed together Then the lead pack surges forward And leaves behind the big herd The fight begins, mind over body I breathe harder and focus The pack accelerates each step And feet move in constant rep Up the hill I stick with the pack And then make my move on the down Knowing it was time to break the group And finish off the large loop As I expected, Torrey’s lead runner Pushes forward at my side The sweat drips down my face But I can only think of finishing this race With four hundred meters to go We begin our outrageous kicks I sprint, stride in stride With Torrey Pines’ only pride My legs go numb to the sting As I see the tape ahead Sixty miles per week, practice every day All comes down to this one final play Faster and faster my legs move And I lean into the checkered line I hit the finish shoot, and fall down But I had won the league crown
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