And so it ends...

And so with my last sprint on thurs morn,
I ended with a collaspse at the finishing line.
Yes, I managed to finish the race,
but no, I dun think I survived it.

It was my worst race ever,
one of psychological frenzy before the gun-shot
followed by pants of desperation
and a heavy heart to bring home at the end of the day.

Apparently some things go beyond the finishing line,
like my unsettling sense of apprehension
which I can't help but let it dampen my spirit.

As pessimissm lingers,
I pray that hope finds its way.