An average runner runs,

Until the breath in him is gone,

But a champion runs with Iron will,

That makes him carry on.

For breath the average runner begs,

When limp his muscles grow,

But a champion runs on leaden legs,

His courage makes him go.

The average man gets complacent,

When he does his best to score,

But the Champion does his best

And then a little more.

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