Why Do We Race?

To complete?

Training to be our best.

To compete?

Moving past the rest.

Go fast or go slow,

Race your own race.

Go along with your flow,

Progress at your pace.

There is no disgrace,

For struggling and succumbing.

For this is your race,

Complete it even when stumbling.

One foot forward,

One pedal around.

The finishing-line is reward,

Where euphoria abounds.

A battered body the next few days,

A painful fate we will face.

Therefrom, recovery it will replace,

A hunger for the next race.