our dreams... the strength in three's

we dont do it because its fun.
in fact, if you asked any one of us, we would say we hate it.
several hours in the wind and cold. bloody fingers. stinging faces. cold muscles.
you call us suicidal.
we would agree.
ask us why we do it?
simple.
we need it. it runs through us. every hill. every sprint. every step.
we crave it.
desire it.
even depend on it.
Because somewhere, we know it's in us.
yes, it beats us up, kicks us around, and puts us down time after time again.
but it's there. and in our hearts, its what we want more then anything else in the world.
it's the promise,
the desire,
the strength
to be
a milisecond faster,
a centimeter farther,
a fraction closer
to our dreams.