The bloods pumping through my ears,

It’s like I’m deaf and not able to hear anything

I’m a cheetah sprinting without fears

My arms move methodically but hard as they swing

400 meters completed, 57 seconds gone by

The lactate is building, fatigue setting in

My legs cry cruel tears of pain, I think I might die

100’s of miles and weeks of training compressed down to this one chance to win

My body tenses the last 100 meters of the race

It’s at war with itself begging me to stop

A wave of sound emanating from the crowd as the strain increases on my face

I stomp across the finish line gasping for air

1:54 and not a millisecond to spare