Don't Leave a Doubt

I'm sitting at home, tired and beat
 

I left a lot of things at the Track Meet
 

I left my sunglasses, I just got them yesterday
 

I left a bag of chips, they were Frito Lay
 

I left my backpack contents full
 

I left my head, I'm a running fool
 

I left my lunch that was later vomited
 

I left chunks on the track that was exhibited
 

I left a goal that really mattered
 

I left a time that I battered and shattered
 

I left with a personal best, a record in the mile
 

I read the clock, I was in shock, which it brought a smile
 

My excitement was evident with one shout
 

The one thing I didn't leave was A DOUBT

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