Uphill Rythm
A running poem for grinding up those hills.....hope it helps!
Got to get those feet moving first....
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Up-hill Rhy-thm
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Up-hill Rhy-thm
1-2-I've got no respect for pain,
My willpower's high octane,
I'm steaming up this hill like a supercharged train.
I'm in the physical commotion,
Of human locomotion
I have legs that are powered by internal combustion
I drink kerosene,
I sweat petroleum,
There's nothing ever been
That can break my uphill rhythm
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Up-hill Ry-thm
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Some call me flunky,
'cause I'm a running junky,
I don't snort coke
I don't do heroin,
But I get high on respiration and I shoot adrenaline
Pounding, pounding, pounding
Deep into my soul
I'm not stopping
It's time for cortisol.
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Up-hill flunk-y
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Up-hill Junk-y
I don't want to join your team
I don't need to win your race
I run my own dream
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poem by Mike Michaels
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