The run I must walk

Flashback 9 months of training. All that preparation and hard work has come down to this moment. The future outcome rests on my shoulders like pillars holding up a building. This is the moment. I have started my run. I have worked for this. I am ready. It is the half point of my run. I keep pushing through-push on. Up ahead I see the end. It is as clear as day and so close to almost touch. But just as a kid is lured away by candy, I am driven away. One day of rest help me continue on. It will be alright. I rest up ready to push on and finish my race. As I continue on I realize the harsh truth. My day of rest did not advance me forward but more or less set me back. Just as the walls of a temple collapse in, the weight of the world was on my shoulders. It is as if I was the temple, slowly deteriorating to dust. I am lost, trapped, confused. My focus was clear. My path was straight to the end. How could i be so dumb? How could I let this happen? I have forgotten myself and my future. I have failed myself. I am broken. I was so close. Like a balloon you hold at a fair that slips out of your fingers, my hopes slipped away. There is nothing more I can do. I have tried to make it right. All I can do now is pick myself up and walk the rest to the end. Actions have consequences. I am broken and can't run anymore. I will finish my race but like the remnants of a building after smoke resides, I shall never forget my actions. I shall never forget the pain of truth.