A nervous flutter deep inside,
Butterflies are on the rise,
Stomach twisted up in knots,
Wishing for the 'flies to stop,

Crinkle crackle on the lane,
Ready for impending pain,
Shifting on the starting blocks,
Preparing on the metal rocks,

Breathe in and out,
Time to go, all full out,
The crowds roars and cheers,
Falls on, deaf ears,

Prepare, prepare, you time has come,
Lets go get number one,
Positioned for the ready run,
The Cackle of the Gun,

Legs are flying,
Lungs are tiring,
Arms are pumping,
Crowds are jumping,

Hold inside line,
You'll be real fine,
Final curve,
Fire on nerves,

Cheers and yells,
Homestretch bells,
Gutted breaths,
Hurting death,

Pushing hard,
Glass-like shards,
Deep in lungs,
Like a bung,

The final ten,
Were there and then,
Crossed right over,
Like a blur,

Joyful screams,
All for me,
Enveloped in a hug,
I can't breathe I'm so snug,

Coach so happy,
My smile is bleakly,
Oh so tired,
My lungs a-fire,

A blue ribbon,
A heat is won,
For it is mine,
I did real fine,

Personal best,
My own fought quest,
A break-even,
1:11.

This poem was for my latest track meet. It was an all-open meet. I usually run hurdles but I ran the 400m at this meet. I got first in my heat for the first time ever and possible first over all. So yay!

Update: I did end up getting first in the 400m, which is the first time I've done that so yay!

~FlyandFall