My Special Spikes

I run in the cold and in the heat
I run on the track I run on the streets,
I even run in the rain even if it's pouring i go through the pain,
I don't run on the concrete with my special object,
And there's a reason for that,
My spikes like the earth

I'll go out even if i doubt,
Whether it's by myself or with a group,
I don't mind i'll be home soon,
There is no option to stop once you start
It's what runners do you will understand soon.

The wind in my hair
No more worries running without a care
Some stop to stare
But I don’t care.
I’m running my race
Over cracks and trails
Without fail my spikes grip and propel me
Forward again, breathing hard, sweating, pain in my chest
Just for the glory of that tape across my chest.