The Olympiad.

We strive to show the world 
The ardor and devotion.
We forge ourselves.

We tune our bodies, 
We make them supple, 
nimble, just like rubber?

So Practical and rugged
To withstand the rigors,
Outrageous demands. 

Our able coaches, 
Are there along side, 
We trustingly  proceed.

It is a steady struggle
Able to withstand
The woes, the sweat & toil.

Break that record, 
Break that record!
That final ounce is demanded!

The need to steel oneself, 
To memorize! Break that record !
Break that record !

Conserve that energy,
That final trust,
To be released in seconds.

The time is getting near. 
That final burst,
That final push.

Will I be able, 
On the day 
To shatter every record?

Don't let me down on the day!
That gold just sits there, 
Tempting one to strive.

The final moment visualized,
That final steps,  
Here comes the finish line.

A medal is yours.
Gold? Silver? maybe Bronze?
You got it, just hang on.
 
Nikolay Brovcenko 1996