There once was a girl who ran very slow,
Her true potential she did not know.
In every race she always placed last,
Losing all hope as she got passed.

Her coach encouraged her to just do her best,
Although it hurt her that she couldn't run with the rest.
She went to practice day after day,
Praying to God "Just let me run away."

She wanted to quit she hated the pain.
She didn't know what she had to gain.
One day while she sat at home all alone,
She heard a ring and answered the phone.

" Hello?" she asked in a sad voice.
The caller told her she had but one choice;
"You can cry in pity, you can hide in shame
Or do what you must to get back in the game."

"Excuse me.. but," she began to say.
"No excuses" he replied, "Now be on your way."
She didn't know how, she didn't know why.
She just knew that she must try.

Later that week she ran in a race,
Starting off faster at a quicker pace.
She knew that no one believed she could win;
She was all on her own using strength from within.

As the miles went on, she felt really strong,
Chasing her goal as she went along.
Suddenly the finish line was in her sight,
She knew she could hang on for a finishing fight.

She began to sprint and open her stride.
The crowd cheered on and she filled with pride.
At the finish she was leaning over the line,
Winning as first with a record time.

She looked at her coach, who smiled and said,
"I knew you could do it! It was all in your head!"
A reporter walked up and asked of her name,
"How did you do it? Do you like the fame?"

Questions were asked all and about,
But there was only thing she wanted to shout:
"Anything is possible when you believe
You can attain whatever you set out to achieve."

With that comment she turned with a smile for
"One man's marathon... is another's mile."

Copyright © 1999 Lisa N. Redavid