15 July 2012
My heartbeat POUNDS, I hear it clear, Within my head and soul.
I'm crouched right down, My breath is short, It's this that makes me WHOLE.
For this I've trained, I've laboured, toiled- Something to be proud.
Along the sides, Of the stadium: Many faces in the crowd.
To my left, And to my right, A line of others, tense.
A blinding hope, A sheen of sweat... 'Let the race commence!'
Racing. • Opuss № I