The OVA
athletic carnival at the Domain on 31st January.
The weather
was perfect. About 20 degrees with a light breeze and no rain.
The
handicapping was perfect. In race after race there was blanket finish.
The
volunteers were perfect. A lady gave me a top to wear. A man helped me find
where to start and how to start.
Six people
are perfect. These six people decide to help me run faster. They help me find
my physical limit by trying to overtake me. They help me by trying to run
faster than me.
I find
myself the front marker. I crouch. The gun goes off. I glance around. Everybody
else is running. Time for me to run. I
run like I stole something.
I enter the
home straight. I can hear noises behind me. I can hear loud breathing and feet
clapping the track. Don’t look around.
Go for the finish line. I can see it. The racquet behind me is getting louder.
About ten
meters from the finish I get passed.
Sounds like the rest of the army behind me is planning on the same
thing. I cross the line and then look round.
The day
remains perfect. I have blithely and
without thought entered a couple of carnivals. They are an opportunity to push myself
physically. To run as fast as possible. To run in a race with absolutely no
idea who is going to win.
The winner
will be the one who gets it all together on the day or finds competition brings
the best out of them. Maybe the possibility of coming first pushes them and
makes them run faster.
This was
the last carnival for the season. I will return.
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