Butterflies in your stomach
The fluttering feeling in your heart,
"Racers, on your mark,
Ready, set, go!"
Soon the butterflies are forgotten
As the scenery passes by you.
Steady breathing in and out
Arms pumping low by your side,
Legs searching for the winning rhythm
As you cover the miles.
Hills approaching up ahead
Gather courage, run up fast,
Round the corner
Fly down the street.
The pain is building
And your legs feel weak,
But you can hear the crowd
Cheering up ahead.
The finish line is just in sight
—Keep on going, you're almost there!
Don't look behind
Accelerate—now!
Sprinting past `em with all you've got
Finally…past the line.
Once you've stopped
You can barely breathe,
Your head is spinning
Your body aches.
But oh,
The embrace of your teammates,
The proud expression
On your coach's face,
And the thrill of
accomplishment,
Makes it all
so worth it.