Avatar Author: Angela LaFey I love writing... Especially poems. Some of my stories are dark, sorry. Remember that you're worth it <3 Read Bio

Speed, I am speed, I told myself.
My big run was in five minutes, and I needed to psych myself up.
A mere 5k, but it decided my fate.
I stretched my calves and compulsively retied my Nikes.
Two minutes to go.
I took off my warm-up jacket and headed to the starting line.
Then the race began.
I ran.
I was flying, soaring through the brisk air.
Two miles went by.
Then 2 and a half.
Then 3.
It was crunch time.
I did what I always did at the end of a race; sprint.
But something else happened first.
It was a medium-sized stone, one I hadn’t noticed until it was much too late.
I was falling, falling, falling.
I had blown any chances I may have had.
I was a failure.
If only I could run.

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Comments (4 so far!)

  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Neat balance of poetry and storytelling. Very sad outcome that you set up solidly from the start. Great entry.

  2. Avatar BiC

    Sounds like Lightning McQueen in Cars at first. Ends more like Brian’s Song, sad.

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    oh crash.
    Sounds like life.

  4. Avatar Stockholm

    That intro made me relive those adrenaline-pumping moments.

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