The gun goes off
The sound of thunder rushing through my ears
Adrenaline running through my arms, hands then feet
Sour and sweet
I was running my race, sure not to focus on anything else
Step by step
Stride by stride
No look of fear in my eyes
Scurrying I was
Who knew I was going to feel like I got hit by a bus?
Anxious and weary
Who knew I was going to feel dreary?
Very careful making sure to pace
For my track season would end from a single race
“100 meters left to go,” shouted the starter as he raised the flag by the finish line
Why does the 1500 meters feel so slow?
Senseless violence ends my race
A look of devastation on my face
Down I go with a kick in my right shin
My right leg is broken, good thing it didn’t poke through the skin
Now oh now what a foul is telling someone to go break a leg... go break a leg!
Why oh why does everyone say to go break a leg?!