"This is the Last and final call for the 100m Sprint.... participants please report to the starting point"
With bated breath I walked towards the starting point. I could feel my mouth go dry.. my knees growing weaker with every step I took.
I've been there and done that before... soo many times.. but each time I go through the same ordeal. As though it were the first time though it was just a matter of a few seconds. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I've reached my destination.
I was not really happy to see my fellow athletes who've come to cheer me up."Relax... you look like your going to puke" someone whispered
Relax huh?? you expect me to relax when I see the expectation in each of your eyes?? Ah.. they blew the whistle again.. reminding me its time to pick one of those tokens to know you lane.
Somebody shouted at me "Hey you.. you are on lane 1"Phew.. "Daz nice..you can cover up over the curves"
I told myself as I walked to the lane and stood near the starting line.
On your marks... get set.... Go...
At the sound of the rifle.. I plunged forward with all my might.. ran for my life.. and finished.. Everything happened so fast...thats it.. and I did win the race like other times...
Soo much of drama in my mind for those very few seconds..as though it were the run for my life.. but I know it definitely wasn't the Last and Final Call of my life!!
