So first I am so thankful to have a full scholarship for running. This is not me complaining. It's just me sharing.
After all the training all the sweat. All the tears from working your body beyond what you thought was your psychical limits. The fears of I was brought here for results. if I can't produce this might be it for me. The day comes to prove you deserve to be here.
You get in your lane. Your heart beats so hard it feels like it's going to rip out your chest. You ask yourself why are so afraid? You've done this a million times. You still feel like you have to throw up.
Now it's time. We take our position. OMG. Please don't jump. Please don't jump. I worked to hard to be disqualified. I close my eyes trying to calm myself. I'm just as good as these girls. I can beat them. I deserve to be here. I need a clean start and a fast start. I don't want to play catch up. 200m is not a lot of distance.
The sound rings out echoing in my ear. I feel like everything moves in slow motion as i take off. It's a clean start. Okay. I feel good. Keep my form. Don't bounce smooth strides. Don't get on my toes. Alright 2 ahead of me.
Do i have another gear. Is there something else in me that I didn't know i had. Push it. Come on. Push harder remember to keep your form. Lungs burning. I'm a machine. Machines don't get tired. They're human they get tired not me.
I'm closing the gap just 1 ahead of me it's me or her. Adrenaline takes over and this desire to be the best overwhelmes me. I will not lose! I can't lose!
I cross the finish line. Tears in my eyes. I can't see. Can't talk all I can do is look for the results. Did I win? I won! I begin to cry I'm so happy. I shake the hand of the girl who fought so hard. And know i will probably have to race her again in an hr or 2.
Now i must prepare myself that was just the first race. The rest will get harder today as we go deeper and the competition gets tougher.