200 meter sprintA Poem by soulesswriterwhat i feel during one of my many 200 meter sprints:)Everything slows down
in the next fifty second Everything you never
notice becomes visible the noise you were hearing suddenly muted The perspiration of
my breath becomes visible and every single grain of dirt becomes vivid Everyone around you suddenly
goes away I to nothingness and stay as a image in your head Ideas and adrenaline begin
to rush In and out of your brain My heartbeat begins to pick speed and sound I hear a yell signaling
us to prepare and get on the blocks I bend down slowly
and feel every speck of dirt on my fingers and see the white line in front of
me My respiration speed
goes faster picking momentum even though we haven’t started I lift my head to see
my destination is only two hundred meters away All my concentration is
focused on one thing my speed and acceleration The shot is fired and
we start The first step of the
blocks gave me a good start and my spikes are helping me push of the ground I feel my spikes push
in the dirt with every step I take and I lose my focus I panic and realized
that I need to go faster because someone is passing me I focus again and
start regaining my form I’m finally getting
into the straight away and I see the crowd All these eyes on me
and my rival’s built up the tension in my mind I butterflies in my
stomach suddenly become my motivation to finish I see the finish line
and realize I’m feeling exhausted I know I’m slowing
down but I still try to accelerate my leg speed and I begin to pick speed The blades of the
grass seem to whistle to me and the wind whispers in my ear to go faster I finally hear the
crowd and realize there cheering for me and my team mates I am fifty meters
away from the finish line and I lose control of my body I see myself and realize
dam I’ve been doing this my whole life I’ve been running
away my whole life from my problems but they always seem to pass me Kid next lane seems
to get a burst of energy and is close to passing me I realize all my life
been is a sprint and I always come in second Something sparks in
my head my ambition becomes rage and furry I gain control and
run faster but not fast enough we got thirty meters left I relive that this
time it will be different because I’m use to it my rival s a newbie at running I
speed up and barley make it to him and level out my sped in the last ten meter’s
tilt my body and speed forward and bend my back so I lean over the finish line I see the white chalk
on the light brown dirt and notice I’m out of breath I look up and wait
for an eternity to hear who placed in the race I notice my heart
beat is beating faster than when I was running I suddenly feel a
little woozy and hear the intercom turn on finally The voice says who
placed first I realized that the
name he called was mine I did it I made it I finally
made it first © 2014 soulesswriterAuthor's Note
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Added on January 24, 2014 Last Updated on January 24, 2014 Authorsoulesswriterpico rivera, CAAbouthello i havent been able to write cuz my wifi is out but ill post stuff when i can I'm a teen who loves writing .im a guy And likes running to and writing.im a sophomore And loves to hang out with.. more..Writing
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