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Dragging My Feet to the Finish Line

03/07/2013 10:27 am ET | Updated May 07, 2013

Runners strap on shoes, push their bodies, train for months.

Do it well. Do it faster. Faster than the others.

Laps around the track, tires squealing, pit stops along the way.

Checkerboard flags, shake the Champagne.

Biking stages, climb the hills, pass the others, wear the gold jersey. You got there first.

You won.

But I do not want the finish line.

I do not want to get there first.

I am dragging my feet.

Digging in my heels.

Fingertips grasping,

Losing touch,

Don't make me go.

I'm fighting, crawling, resisting, doing everything I can.

Make the time slow down,

Make the days longer,

Make the end out of my sight.

I don't want to be the first to the finish line.

I want to be last.

This time, losing would be winning.