after winning the age group with a last-place finish in a 5K
Inhaling frozen oxygen, he rounds
The final turn. No cheers, just muffled sounds.
He barely wobbles ‘cross the finish line
And checks the lit-up numbers on the sign.
Nobody else is left, there stand the rest.
Yet upward turns his smile – personal best!
He laughs as he receives his age-group gold.
True vict’ry for the one who faced the cold
Sometimes Poetry 
Guy,
I am speaking as one who is on crutches. I say you have captured the moment exactly. There are frequent times in everyone’s life when we find ourselves at a finish line and feel like sitting down before we are able to cross. Those that push forward are the ones we read about. Good work.
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