Sprint Against Doubt

Ninety pounds soaking wet in the autumn chill

Coaches whispered he would never clear the hill

Too short to stride,

too frail to withstand the wind Freshman season finished back where he

began

Laced up old flats that barely fit his feet

Taking quiet laps down every empty street

Summer turned to frost,

winter turned to grit

Every quiet mile

he kept taking it

Sophomore morning, line them up on red clay

Watch what happens when the flag goes away

Now he's tearing up the cinder,

breaking out in front

Leaving all the giants choking on the dust

Skin and bone flying like a runaway train

Burned the whole course,

never looked back again!

(never looked back again!)

Two miles deep and the pack began to fade They were looking

for the kid that they thought they made

Shoulders loose, cutting sharp through every turn

He had lungs of iron and a fire to burn Split times

shattered on the final bend Nobody's laughing at the skinny kid again

Last hundred yards,

hear the bleachers rise

Disbelief in every pair of eyes

Sophomore year, stamped his name on the slate

Too fast, too fierce,

and it's far too late

Now he's tearing up the cinder,

breaking out in front

Leaving all the giants choking on the dust

Skin and bone flying like a runaway train

Burned the whole course,

never looked back again!

(never looked back!) (whoaaa-oh!)

Crossing that tape

with the whole world behind (yeah)