The average runner sprints
Until the breath in him is gone;
But the champion has the iron will
That makes him carry on.
For rest, the average runner begs
When limp his muscles grow;
but the champion runs on leaden legs,
His spirit makes him go.
The average man's complacent
When he does his best to score,
But the champion does his best,
And then--he does a little more.
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