Track Try Outs

I ran my fastest, everything around is blurred.
The wind blows through my hair and howls into my ears.
I am trying the 800m race. I breathe in then out in deep slow breaths.
My first lap around the track is coming to an end.
I see, out of the corner of my eye, the metal poles and the park gate rush by.
Onto the second lap my lungs heave the air laboriously in and out.
I feel as free as a bird flying through the sky.
I move my legs faster on this second lap for I know it is the last.
The last corner rounded, now my pace quickens I go faster.
I push myself to the end and tie for three minutes.
I smile in final satisfaction.

Eric