Before the first race
Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2004 4:15 pm
Before the first race
I'm standing up in staging. I can feel the cold rush of adrenaline running through my veins up and down my arms and into my legs. My stomach is churning and I almost feel sick. I wearily look around to see how the other racers are reacting. This is my very first race- I have every reason to be scared- but still, I shouldn't be such a wussy.
Racers are standing all around me ranging in the ages of 5 to about 20ish. I close my eyes and inhale slowly. The cold, crisp, clean air fills up my lungs and as I exhale slowly I can feel the warmth of my breath. I look down to my pedals and close my eyes.
The sounds of clips against the asphalt is nerve racking to a new rider like me. I snap my head up and look around. Thoughts start to swirl throught my head, I know what I have to do, and I can pretty much guess how I am going to finish. But what will I do with the time between the gate drop and the finish line?
The staging lady walks up the grass to the starting hill. My pulse is now racing- the thoughts in my mind will not settle. This is it. This is my first race. I know whati need to do- I need to pedal, I need to push myself and I need to do my very best.
Thats when my name and gate is called out. This is it- times up and there's no turning back...
I'm standing up in staging. I can feel the cold rush of adrenaline running through my veins up and down my arms and into my legs. My stomach is churning and I almost feel sick. I wearily look around to see how the other racers are reacting. This is my very first race- I have every reason to be scared- but still, I shouldn't be such a wussy.
Racers are standing all around me ranging in the ages of 5 to about 20ish. I close my eyes and inhale slowly. The cold, crisp, clean air fills up my lungs and as I exhale slowly I can feel the warmth of my breath. I look down to my pedals and close my eyes.
The sounds of clips against the asphalt is nerve racking to a new rider like me. I snap my head up and look around. Thoughts start to swirl throught my head, I know what I have to do, and I can pretty much guess how I am going to finish. But what will I do with the time between the gate drop and the finish line?
The staging lady walks up the grass to the starting hill. My pulse is now racing- the thoughts in my mind will not settle. This is it. This is my first race. I know whati need to do- I need to pedal, I need to push myself and I need to do my very best.
Thats when my name and gate is called out. This is it- times up and there's no turning back...