My heart by the second, beats faster. The time grows closer with every breath.
The "Good Luck!" and "You Go!" Can’t to dispel, my feeling of disaster.
I step to the line marked upon the path. All runners, anxious like me.
Our palms, they sweat, our hearts beat faster. The whistle blows, the race will wreak its wrath.
My feet they pound upon the ground, the dust is getting thicker.
The sight of the finish line is clear as my feet fly over the earth.
I shorten my stride and pick up the pace, using all of my strength to finish the race.
The contest is over, my race has been run, and you'd never believe that racing is fun.
I'm tired and winded, stumbling on my feet. "I did it for my team." I said, when asked when asked about the meet.
Jay Olson 2010
