Two minutes. Waiting.
My heart is ready to burst.
The lanes are naked, clean,
ready to be torn up by cleats
and sweat.
Hundreds of eyes blinking and
staring.
Chatter swarmed into a calm
storm underneath this dome.
Waiting is the hardest part.
The anticipation, building.
Struggling to breathe as I
strategize.
Faster here.
Ease up here.
Go for the…
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