<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The 10k Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm stood at the start of my first 10k run, <br>Waiting for the sound of the starting gun.<br>BANG! And I'm off like a flying shot.<br>I'm going to give this all that I've got.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I soon fall into a comfortable, steady pace.<br>I'm not aiming for anything like first place, <br>But I still want to achieve a decent time, <br>When I finally cross the finishing line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm jogging along and doing just fine, <br>Until we reach a very slight incline.<br>Running up even this fairly small hill, <br>Uses just about every ounce of my will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon, we're back to the flat, <br>And I think 'Thank goodness for that! ' <br>I grab a cup from the water station, <br>Then plod on with grim determination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thousands of rhythmic feet<br>Continue pounding the streets.<br>I keep pressing on and on and on, <br>And soon five miles have gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By this point, some people are starting to tire, <br>While others have as much energyl as a live wire.<br>I'm really hot and have broken into quite a sweat, <br>But there's no way I'm intending to give up yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowds along the route clap and cheer.<br>With every footstep, the finish draws near.<br>I punch the air as I finally cross the line, <br>And am pleased to see I beat my target time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm thrilled with the time that I've achieved, <br>But that it's all over, I admit to being relieved.<br>My body feels like a mental and physical wreck, <br>As an official places a shiny medal round my neck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was hard going out there today, <br>But it was also really great fun.<br>So soon I'll be back in training<br>For my next 10k run!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344728" data-title="The 10k Run de Angela Wybrow" data-description="I'm stood at the start of my first 10k run, Waiting for the sound of the starting gun. BANG! And I'm off like a flying shot. I'm going to give this all that I've got. I soon fall into a comfortable, steady pace. I'm not aiming for anything like ..."></div> </div> </div>

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