A runner's poem

Hi! Thanks for checkin' out Bsombin'! I've never run a marathon. But, about a month and a half ago, I decided on running the 2013 L.A. marathon. I've been going on some pretty long runs, lately, in training for it. The longest runs I've ever been on, actually. I began thinking in poetic verse, one day, as I was running. I found myself doing it more and more, as I increase the number of miles I ran. Now, it's become a habit & a part of my running. I thought it would only be right to write about running, since running was inspiring my writing so much. After several runs, I finally sat down and wrote the following. I hope you enjoy it! Please check back soon for more poetry, art, music, & more!

"Painfully Serene"

To prepare,

Stretch muscles & focus thought;

Brace mind & body,

An inner battle will be fought;

"Discipline brings gains",

The lesson that'll be taught; & 

Music will help motivate,

To find inspiration when it's sought

Volume raised high,

Icarus wings ready to fly;

A deep breath, before it starts,

Then the journey begins & all else departs...

Freedom of body,

As pulse begins to climb;

Detached from life's woes,

Finding freedom of mind;

Freedom of spirit, 

Drawn close to the divine; &

The heart is set free, 

As, to it's aches, I grow blind

Lost in the beat,

Sweat starts to run, as I push down the street;

Test of endurance & strength,

Push past limits & go the extra length...

Searching for bliss,

In agony's midst;

No surrender to weakness,

A strong mind will persist;

Stopping is the temptation

That I must resist; &

On pushing my body,

I must insist

Music start to fade out & in,

As muscle aches shout & the battle begins; 

Will must be strong,

To carry on for so long...

Now hurt brings doubt,

As the real struggle starts;

Strain presents fire,

To the legs, lungs, & heart;

The will's power gets tested,

As the body falls apart; & 

Focus & discipline must be

Mastered arts

Music is muted by the hearts pound,

As all other sounds are silenced & drowned;

Always furthest from any win,

The first to give up & give in...

A fight past the fire,

Journey to the storm's eye;

3rd eye opened wide,

On an endorphin high;

I fought the whole way through,

Without excuse or alibi; &

As the finish line's crossed,

I'm reminded of why.

...As I find myself

Painfully serene.

-Bsomb4