Morn at 4am,
I wake up to a call.
Time for the marathon
which was to start at dawn.
This year feels different
Perhaps from the surge of physical exhaustion
Plus a tinge of depression
Yet also a surprising jolt of pleasantness,
From yesterday and the past few Saturdays.
Or was it a mix of these
Plus a bit of confusion
Uncertain of things that had happened.
Of the future, the past and the present.
My legs carried me forward,
Even though they were really aching
While thoughts were also running
In the deepest sanctuary of my mind.
But motivation I did gain
At least to complete the race
The rest of it I retain
For the rest of the days ahead.
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