Endless laps. New day, same thing. Always moving, but never going any ...
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Endless laps. New day, same thing.
Always moving, but never going anywhere.
Running on fumes. Feeling empty, but revving forward.
There's a pit my stomach - anxiety and adrenaline.
And yet another "pit" brings hope.
My high performance pit crew.