I walk by the track each day and wave at my friends

Their well groomed bodies

Practicing to be champions

I admire and love them for what they are to me.

I gaze at their hearts, their dark skin glistening in the sun

With the sweat of success dripping from their exquisite bodies.

I see their hearts burn with passion

Each day as I walk by the track

Thinking of what they all mean to me

Knowing that their beauty is not only skin deep

That their love is not only for that track

And that their hearts are not only focused on themselves,

And I feel blessed to have them in my life.

When others look at a track practice

They see National Champions

Finely tuned athletes that run for an education

But I doubt if they ever feel love when they look at those eight lanes.