since u say i always write "novels" instead of short blogs I decided to talk about one of the best feelings I know in the world: running track :tongue:
the sun is shining and i inhale the fresh air of Jacksonville. i am warming up, stretching, trying to warm my muscles up for the upcoming day. "1,2,3,4..." I count as I began to do my running drill all alone, just me. Peace, quiet, sanity is what I need when stretching. No talking just focus, concentration on what needs to be accomplished for the day. And that requires solitary confinement and peace. I think about different little things, nothing of importance, just keeping my mind occupied while stretching out my hamstrings. i hear the first call over the intercom for my event. i let out a deep breath and stretch until i hear the last call and then head over to the clerk of the course. "Michael Ward, Mandarin" I tell him as he crosses my name off the list of seeds. He lets me know my heat and I steal a glance at the other competitors in my heat. Most I know, Most I've beaten, Some are my competition. The anticipation begins...I just want to run and get this over with.
I take off my jogging pants over my spikes, pull down my running shorts and leave my shirt on. My shorts are so little they barely pass my thighs. I enjoy the shortness though, I see people looking at my thighs, and I let out a small chuckle.
My heart is beating inside my chest as I walk to my blocks, the nervousness and tension builds up in my legs and I get adjusted to the stiff position. Second whistle blows...everything becomes silent and still, I feel as if all feeling is melting away from me. And then there it is: the shot. My legs instantly push back on the blocks and my body remains low to the ground. I feel weightless as if I am floating, my legs span out against the red rubber track and my spikes leave a plucking sound in my ears.
My arms pull back to my waist and I am now thinking. "Form Michael, Slow down, Save it, Arms back, Head Down, Over your ankles, Drive, Technique, Breathe out your nose." And as I sprint down the last stretch of my 400 I feel as if I am watching a movie...or watching the Olympics. My body twists to the curve and my legs stretch over my ankles and I kick in. Slowly pulling away, the feeling of never getting to the line reaches me and when I arrive there I hear my place being called out. My legs are shaking, my breath gets short, and my booty locks up.
I speak to my coaches and they let me know my time and how they feel I performed. I take off my spikes and do my cool down lap as I cheer on my other team mates. Only two more events to run...