Ode to Bushido and the Mile
In the dawn’s embrace, where silence sways,
The warrior wakes, in disciplined ways.
Bushido calls, with steadfast creed,
Honor and courage, the runner's need.
The path ahead, a sacred trial,
A fleeting stretch—just one mile.
Yet in that span, the spirit is shown,
Each stride a step to the strength you’ve grown.
Rectitude guides, with purpose clear,
The track your dojo, no room for fear.
Through patience forged, in sweat refined,
You shape the body, steel the mind.
With courage, you lace each shoe,
Facing fatigue, but breaking through.
The ground may whisper, "Not today,"
Yet perseverance lights the way.
Benevolence fuels, a heart that knows,
Each breath a gift, as the distance grows.
For running's art, like samurai’s blade,
Holds grace in motion, foundations laid.
In respect, you honor the Earth’s embrace,
A moving prayer, a meditative pace.
Each mile a canvas, each step a brush,
Painting resolve in the morning’s hush.
Through honesty, your soul does strive,
To conquer weakness, to feel alive.
The clock may tick, the body tire,
But truth ignites the inner fire.
With honor, you greet the finish line,
Not for the speed, but the discipline's sign.
For Bushido’s path, the mile does teach,
Life’s greatest heights are within reach.
So runner, prepare with samurai’s flair,
Through practice and patience, with purposeful care.
For in the race, where the miles entwine,
You’ll find Bushido, in every sign.
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