My foot on the starting line
Ready, Ready, (maybe)
My breath in and in and in
A flag about to raise
My pulse
Quickening
My legs
Twitching
The stadium
Quiet
Flag raises and…yes!
I am off
I run free and fast
Away from
All of it
As I round the corner
He is there
And I sputter
Trip, Twist, Regain
Off again, panting
And as I turn and spy him
In my rearview
I silently tell him
To fuck off.
photo by Barbara Paulsen at Tandem Echoes
The Exceptional Everyday 
I can relate and love this. It’s like just around the corner. How many times do you hear that. Fuck off! I’ll get there!
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This is such a unique and great piece of writing!
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Unexpected and awesome! I loved it:)
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Thanks Nina, I am going to your blog now to catch up.
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