Journal #2: Specific event that was exciting, filled with action.

     Have you ever loved a sport so much that you got so excited as you heard the mere mention of it? Or even something that rhymed with it? Started with the same letter as it? Now you get to play it, participate in it, get brought into a different state of mind that you never thought possible, where millions of particles just jump around your whole body, filling you with ecstasy. Excitement so immeasurable, nothing ever could grasp. Now you're finally in it, everyone is counting on you to win this four-hundred meter track trace. You take deep breaths through your little nose that's taking in so much oxygen, filling you will fuel. Heart rate goes up and as line up in the first lane, legs shaking like a child shaking a box of candy so intensively when told no. But nothing is letting you lose your focus, this moment is yours, and all of these external factors don't even phase you. "On your mark, get set," you kneel down and take one last look around the crowd, "Go!" This is the moment you have been waiting for. The meet before states and you have to qualify. Can't let all of the hard work you put into this day go to waste. You thought you would have more of a challenge, but the first two hundred meters were a piece of cake. You got this, nothing to worry about. Next one hundred meters, not a problem. All of a sudden you see the crowd. Everyone screaming, and then comes a pause, their mouths drop open, gasping for air. What could be going on? Right when you thought you had no competition, you see a little glare in the corner of your eye. Daniella Cordero, number two in the state, is not even a foot behind you. It's as if she slithered up on you like a snake in a swamp, you don't even know its there, so slick and smooth. All of a sudden it just snaps at you, but you can't let that scare you, you have to run and stay focused. This snake can't take control over your mind. Last fifty meters. She's there. You see her right next to you. You grunt, push and push, not even realizing you had this fire left in you. You take off. Can't let that snake catch you now. Last twenty-five meters. You push and push, the crowd is screaming so loud, you feel as if you're at a rock concert, about to go deaf. It's over. You won. You did it! First place. Not even getting a chance to breath before cameras are thrown at you, one after the other. When all the chaos is tranquil, you just smile. Smile at what you worked so hard for. States, here you come!