Legs are stone;

unable to crack into a run.

Stomach is tossing and turning;

with no intention of settling.

Chest is heavy;

forced to push and pull for oxygen.

Arms are prickling in anticipation;

questioning which way to wave.

Neck is weak at the stem;

in desire of a warm pillow.

Emotion and Logic racing to the finish:

Heart - 

lost between ticks.

Brain -

forgot how to tock.

Both battling for Gold.