Anticipation clung to my twitching legs. A girl nearby hopped; I copied. Another stretched, as did I.
We pretended to ignore the waiting barriers. We’d glance to the nearest, flit to the next and next and next, then end at the finish line.
Too soon, I heard, “Runners, take your mark.”
Out of the blocks, I ran to the first hurdle.
And sat and crumpled and cried.
Then, felt an arm about my shoulders. Heard a repeated lullaby of encouragement from a onetime friend.
“You won,” she reminded, “By not hesitating.
“And, tomorrow, you’ll run again.”
Written for Carrot Ranch Literary Society’s #2 Contest: Memoir.