The sun begins to set,
But not all expectations have been met,
Already passed one test on the day,
Unsatisfied, your green shoes say "come on don't delay."
You march outside,
Take a few short strides.
Every ounce of your body cries "no,"
But your mind replies "just go."
As you begin to run,
Knocking the miles off one by one,
You experience something strangely beautiful,
About seeing your so called limit,
But pushing through to finally reach the summit.
That my friends is the beauty of the two-a-day.
While you know the order may be tall,
You know it will all be worth it in the fall.
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