300m of Hurdles

Focus. I stand at the start waiting for my mark. I tense up more and more every second that goes by. Control. My heart beats a million miles a minute; I feel it's going to explode from my chest. Breathe. I hear the mark and go down, set, I get into my position. I feel my heartbeat in my head, the pounding giving me a rhythm to run to. All out. I hear the gun and push out from the blocks. I push my foot into the ground to propel me forward. Concentrate. I attack the hurdles one at a time; always looking forward never down. The next hurdle is all I think about. Flight. Over and over and over I glide over the hurdles. I feel invincible; like nothing could ever stop me. Exhaustion. I have only a little left; I covered lots of ground. I feel my legs cramp and tighten every step I take. Determination. Those last few meters. I cannot, will not let down. No, I will not slow. No, I will not falter. Desire. I sprint with all that I have left. The finish line just beyond my reach, just a few more steps. Passion Again and again I will race. Even when victorious, I will train harder. Even when failure occurs, I will push through. To feel the rush of: Focus. Control. Breathe. All out. Concentration. Flight. Exhaustion. Determination. Desire. Passion. 300m of Hurdles: What I live for.