Reaching, always reaching.
Hands outstretched and
shaking off nervous tension.
Fingers splayed, arm muscles
tensed then relaxed.

Legs are ready
to take you through the course
like a panther chasing it's prey.
Positive mindset in place.

The start is announced by the firing of a pistol.
And you are gone out of the gate.
All one can see of the man
is a streak of blue as he sets his pace.

In your mind,
your inner voice taunts you.
Sweat dots your brow,
dampening your neck.

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