power.

Runners on your mark-
Dead silence
Its always like this, those few moments that feel like an eternity. Every race is the same, and yet there is no way to prepare for it. Weeks upon weeks of training, breaking yourself down and rebuilding stronger and more powerful than ever. And yet nothing can change the feeling of anticipation before the race. Adrenaline flows through your blood like voltage through power lines. Every single muscle is ready for what you know is going to follow. The humid air causes sweat to sting your eyes, but you cannot blink. Not now. The crack of the gun pierces the air, shattering the silence like tempered glass. An indescribable explosive force possesses you. Nothing else matters.