This is it. The moment. That one moment I’ve been building up to. I can hear the rumbling of the crowd. Muffled. I am walking through a tunnel and the noise of the crowd gets louder and louder. The light from the sun is blinding for a moment. I raise my hand, flat, to shield my eyes. The other girls are with me, dressed in similar attire. We walk, we jog, we make silly movements; knee to chest, swivel a foot, pull an ankle up towards our waist, circling our shoulders, twisting, bending. Two sharp trills on a whistle signal us over to the starting point. I crouch, feet set one behind the other, touching metal, fingers and thumbs not quite touching the white line. SET. I bend my head down and raise my hips. BANG. A shot rings through my ears and I propel off. Stamp, stamp, push, push, elbows tucked in, arm swing forward, arm pull back, fists clenched. I can hear nothing other than the sound of my feet on the track and my heart beating. My stare does not flicker from the goal in front of me but I occasionally see the curve of my knee just appear in my eye line. I balance on the balls of my feet, digging my toes into the ground, accelerating. Keep going, keep going, only a few more meters. The line approaches, I lean forward and fling my arms out. The roar of the crowd again. I slow to a jog and glance over my shoulder. No. It can’t be. I won? I check the digital display nearby. Personal best! I crouch again, my feet askew, my head in my hands. Suddenly, I feel as though I am floating. I am. I’m being lifted above their heads. A flag is passed to me. I wave it, joyously. I look out at the crowd with tears in my eyes. Champion.
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I have written this for the Writing Workshop that is run by Josie at Sleep Is For The Weak. This week was Workshop #26 and I have taken my cue from prompt #4 - write about one moment with all of the richest, imaginative, sensory description you can muster - and this is based on a true experience. Not quite the big event, but as close as I got before my running career ended suddenly. Also, it's another trial at a different style of writing.