I Was Not Trying to Win the Adoration of the Cheering Crowd

Making myself worthy of that lasting love

I hauled the shot-put farther than anyone my size, risked limbs and life in fencing with a pro. Yes, I ran those excruciating marathons, rode the bikes through the countryside like I lost the key to the apartment, leaped through the spiked hurdles, jumped past yawning trenches, vaulted over high walls, and swam the wild seas. I did the dash like I was being chased by a lion; threw the javelin like I planned to kill the devil, and flung the hammer and the discus far afield. No, I was not trying to win the decathlon or the adoration of the cheering crowd but to make myself somewhat worthy of the tender promise of your enduring love

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