that place far away inside my head.
That place beyond the pain, beyond the barriers.
Every jarring step is known to my bones,
every crunch of gravel,
every dip, every ankle-twisting pothole.
I follow the curves and the hills,
flashing by the edges of civilisation,
disappearing into the green serenity.
Alone or in the race, I lose everything and my self,
hear only my bursting heart,
and my breath as it scrapes out of my lungs.
My eyes see only the next mile marker, the clock, the end.