When the whistle blows

I start slow,

I let my breathing relax,

And let a few pass,

Just a few,

I pump my arms,

Pound my feet

On the pavement,

Feel the wind through my hair,

Feel the adrenaline

coursing through me,

Because in the end--

All I want is that pen,

My mind rushing me,

My brain slowing me,

I’m being pulled in two directions,

But in the end--

All I care about is that pen