Winter Track

I stare across the locker room 

Wondering what I got myself into 

… 

I racewalk a couple laps 

Wondering what I got myself into 

… 

I wait outside freezing, praying someone opens the door 

Wondering what I got myself into 

… 

I stand on the starting line 

Wondering what I got myself into 

...  

Winter track ain't that bad 

That's what they all say 

But they're not the ones running everyday 

All the other athletes are nice and warm inside 

But here I am freezing outside 

I’d rather be at home, with a cup of hot cocoa 

But here I am running my two warm up laps 

While my friends have a blast  

And as I put on my spikes 

I wonder, what did I get myself into? 

But as the season comes to an end 

I realize, that maybe this ain't so bad 

After all I do have a medal to hang 

So as I grab the baton one last time 

I run as hard as I can so I end up with a good time 

So as I stare across the locker room 

I put a smile on my face 

… 

And as I racewalk a couple laps 

I push as hard as I can 

… 

And while I wait outside freezing, as nobody opens the door 

I let out a laugh at last  

… 

And as I finally stand on the starting line 

I smile, glad that I joined winter track