Lonely Long Distance Runner

                                                                                        Attribution : bigmick

Image: The Long Distance Runners

Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)

Sunday Whirl with words

circle concrete hitch illuminate incentive pounding race 

stark scatter strain striking wallow

They would circle the concrete jungle

With the dogged aim of being able

To run en masse along a route designated

To grab honors befitting a distance runner

Illuminating a race at full throttle to the fore  

Such was the incentive striking at the core

A pounding pace with no possibility of a hitch

But a guarded regular rhythm of a pitch

In stark contrast to a quick dash of a sprint

Leaving opponents scattered way behind

He remembered the strain of training

At high altitudes of running

To maximize a waning stamina

Mark of a marathon runner

And he was not to wallow in self pity

But to strive for King and country

Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle #121 and shared with Poets United Poetry Pantry #162