My Running Treasure

Like an exploding supernova, the shoes flash as I speed by.
Running, running, running like there's no tomorrow.
As fast as a cheetah that could harness the power of lightning.
The foam cushioning slithers curls around my feet like a snake.
My runners are my dorado treasure; the pride and joy of my life.
They give me so much happiness; something money can't buy.
A portal to a new era of victory, fitness, determination and joy once you step inside.
The dust bows and parts to clear a path for my invincible shoes on the track.
When the gun sounds off, run like the wind and don't look back.
Time slows down as my winged sneakers fly down my lane.
My ravishing running shoes are aides to rapidly race for the gold.
My trainers mean the world to me.
It was, is and forever will be my running treasure.