Take Your Mark
Waiting behind the block
My ears stand attentive, listening for his voice.
“Please step up to the block.”
My head erases all surroundings and suddenly I am alone.
“Take your mark.”
His voice readies my body.
My fingers lace around the bottom of the block, while my back muscles tense
Toes hold on tightly to the white cement
Calves and hamstrings tighten, waiting to be released
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