Warrior Dash
Weaving through swings
Fresh new squires
Climbing rope walls
To heights so dire
Running over cars
Sailing through tires
To the 1 mile mark water supplier
Sliding down poles
We begin to conspire
We scaled up a wall
Like climbing a spire
If we needed a job
We'd certainly be hired
At the 2 mile mark we tire
A rope net crawl
With a tight rope walk prior
A large waterfall
We begin to climb higher
And as young son
Comes to become sire
We frantically try to jump over fire
We swim through thick mud
Bringing down all outliers
We struggle to swim
Under barbed wire
And then as runner
Turns into a buyer
The last thing you'll want is a blow dryer
poem by Logan Fulk
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