It was 8pm, but you get the picture, the stands are filled with experienced Masters athletes, coaches.
BANG! The starter’s pistol fires. Everyone is off to a great start, except Lane 1 (me).
So nervous standing there watching all the others get set in their starting blocks, that my first step was not an explosive jump forward, but a nervous half back-step, as if startled and afraid by what just happened.
Too bad so sad. Go, get moving.
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