It is always calm before the strom

Everything is silent

It's just me and the track and the obstacles that stand in my way

Each runer walks to their assigned lane

And the nerves start to set in

Then it is time

The starter calls us into our blocks

On your mark

Get set

Go

The gun goes off and we explode like a bullet

My mind is blank except the the though of run and jump

I attack evry hurdle in stride and never look back

As we hit the straight away the leaders emerge

I am in front

My legs start to scream and burn and say they can't go faster

I ignore their desperate plees and move faster

The hardest hurdle is up next

The final one

I clear it with rough form but stay on  my feet

I lunge for the line like it's running away from me

Then it's all over in a matter of 49 seconds

The happiest times of my life