Under the glow

Under the glow of the street lamps I run
to be back in time to make her breakfast.
No excuses. My reason has blonde hair
and big brown eyes. I see her
at the starting line, when I hit the water
and when my foot locks in.
And when I cross that finish line,
giving her my personal best, I'll see her
and she'll see me.
Then she'll know that she too
can do anything.