Waiting For the Gun

Two minutes. Waiting. My heart is ready to burst. The lanes are naked, clean, ready to be torn up by cleats and sweat. Hundreds of eyes blinking and staring. Chatter swarmed into a calm storm underneath this dome. Waiting is the hardest part. The anticipation, building. Struggling to breathe as I strategize. Faster here. Ease up here. Go for the kill. Take him. A vision. It’s almost time. Everything is clenched. Find my control. Don’t go out too fast, find your stride. Tail the leader. Wait for the moment. Step up onto the lanes. Red and white. My teammates looking on. The stakes digging into my Stomach. Step up to your blocks. My heart beats faster. I want to throw up. This is it. On your mark. My ankles shiver. Adrenaline at full throttle. I can’t lose. I can’t lose. Go.