I miss sprinting. The only sport I was remotely good at. The exhilaration before the start of the dash, the anticipation leading up to the sound of the gun and the split second when your brain sends the signal to your legs to go at full throttle.
Then comes the fight against inertia in the first 10 meters up to the point where inertia picks up and you have to start fighting to keep up with the inertia, that is when the real battle starts.
The sound of blood pounding in your head, drowned by the whizzing of the wind past your ear. Adrenaline rushing, deep gasps of air fill the lungs and leg muscles screaming from the burst of movements.
Finally comes the finish line and the sweat glands catching up with the action as you pant like a dog with clothes drenched in perspiration. The throbbing in your head slowly subsides and you are aware of your surroundings again.
I didn't finish last. Sweet.
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