The Blocks

May 21, 2011
By keith69 BRONZE, Simpsonville, South Carolina
keith69 BRONZE, Simpsonville, South Carolina
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I hate it
I rub the rough rubber and plastic underneath my feet
I hear the race number and heat being called out
I feel my stomach start to flip like a dolphin
I feel my throat tighten up
I look around at all of my competitors
I feel my whole body tensing up
I feel my knees start to buckle
I hear the man say, “Take your marks”
I squat down with my front foot forward
I react to the horn like a gunshot
I jump in the water feeling little resistance
Now I just do my thing
Every feeling I once had is gone


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