Tears a pain

Just a couple paragraphs of fun.

I was at the starting line; I looked down at my pale legs to see my small track shoes with spikes ready to run.  Time seemed to slow down, I looked at my hands and they were shaking.  I felt as if my heart was going to leap out of my chest when the gun went off.  So nervous, most nervous I would ever be in my entire life.  So many thoughts running through my head on how I'm going to die or I'm going to wet myself.  How I need to get out of this, this is going to hurt; I'm not going to like this.  
"On your mark", said the gunman.  It was our queue to get ready.  That's it in a couple of seconds I would be running two laps around this field, it couldn't have come any sooner.  My legs were shaking, my arms were shaking, and I looked at the red track and prayed that I would live through this.  
"Get Set", said the gunman
There's no way I can get out of this now, this is it for me.  My parents will find my body dead on the side of the track; I'm going to humiliate myself.  It's all over; the worst part is that it will last a lifetime.  Time will slow down just so I can endure the pain even more.
BANG!!!!
The gun was shot and before my brain could process I was running the race, I had to find my spot near the front or else I would fall behind.  The beginning wasn't so bad, heavy breathing almost as if I were racing with horses.  My legs began to burn every so slightly.  A tall kid of 6ft 9" ran in front of me, his legs were so long I had to dodge them in order to get my spot.  Almost done with the first lap. I'm tired exhausted.  I feel closer to death then any man out there, if I run just a little faster I feel I would run to hell and back.  I finally pass the tall kid; now in front of him there are only two others ahead of me.  I am half way done with my second lap, 200 meters to go.  My coach is on the corner, so tired I'm just so tired I want to collapse.  It's over; I have nothing left in me I can't keep going.  It's like trying to find the hole in the sinking ship, it's too late the ship is going down.
"Come on Ryan you can do it, just push it Ryan give it all you got", said coach Davis.
I didn't listen, I heard but I didn't listen.  Before I knew it my body was speaking for itself, I ran on my toes my arms pumped faster.  My body became a machine a creature I was Ryan no more.  With no fuel, no energy I still propelled forward.  
"Yes that's it Ryan yes", yelled coach Davis.
"Go Shukis go, Go Shukis"!!!
It was during those moments I realized that I had gotten faster; I had become a celebrity just for a couple of seconds.  I ran faster, I caught up with the other two ahead of me.
"Faster Tom faster, he's gaining faster", yelled the other coaches.  
I was coming like a hawk on a rabbit; I had nothing but air and flesh.  No fuel nothing, just a hollow boy being guided by his own senility.  I could see the finish line; I focused and directed my own muscles.  I let out a little scream as I pushed myself even farther, I ran with my feet barley touching the ground.  I was the embodiment of pain; with every step I gained more and more pain throughout my whole body.  I could stop but I would loose everything, the whole race my dignity everything I couldn't stop; not even for a second. I flew past the other two guys and handed my baton to Seth.  Seth took off with a thunder, we got the lead and I collapsed on the ground.  I did it; my coach and friends helped me up and put wet cloths on my forehead.  My body just vibrated like a phone going off.  It was the best moment and yet the most painful, I feel it was the greatest athletic moment I ever had in my entire life and was worth every ounce of pain.  Just to have people scream my name for only a minute out of my whole life even if I die tomorrow is a life worth living.