My legs pump with mild determination,
my knees vibrate with adrenaline,
and I wobble in the rainy wind.
My jacket is wet,
my face misted heavily,
and throat dry,
I am a beached whale,
barely surviving on the red sand that is the track,
I flip flop
round and round
the track countless times.
I am th most athletic whale,
the beautiful beluga flops upon the track
the red ring of gravel is her oyster!
The afternoon is freezing the others,
but I have been through the deepest of depths,
of despair,
heartbreaking failure,
and hot cold rage.
This numbing cold,
is absolutely nothing.
I do not complain,
I run the 200 meters,
I smile at the sky,
my face wet with rain.
Water,
the only thing
that keeps this beluga whale,
from giving up.