In the quiet dawn, the journey starts,
With rhythmic beats of pounding hearts,
The world awakens to the sound of feet,
On paths unknown, where dreams and miles meet.

Each stride a whisper, a promise of grace,
Carving a trail through time and space,
Breath mingles with the morning air,
A dance of freedom, beyond compare.

The sun ascends, a golden guide,
Lighting the way where shadows hide,
In every step, a story unfolds,
Of courage, strength, and dreams retold.

As dusk descends, the day retreats,
In weary limbs, the rhythm repeats,
Yet in the heart, a fire still burns,
For every end, a new race returns.