I bend over and my hands felt the black pavement underneath me. “Ready” I say. I get down and ready. “Set!” I yell as I lift myself up in the air. “Go!” I scream and I could hear the gun shoot in the back of my mind. One foot forward, then another. The speed of lighting. I’m in the lead. They are all behind me and I can see the finish line in the distance. I hear the cheer of the people. My feet go faster as I get closer to the finish line. I feel like I am flying. I my feet barely touching the ground. I am on my tipy toes as I run. My breathing speeds up.
One long stride and I cross the finish line. I hear people scream my name and sweat drip down my face.
I hear them scream my name. “Moe! It’s time for supper.” I look around. There is no track, there are no fans. I finish my jog to the house, knowing that when track season comes, I will be ready.
