50 Seconds of Fame
Bang! Gary strides ahead. Second turn, out 5 yards Breaks for the inside, gracefully leading the pack.
My countdown begins. I pace nervously, dancing.
Straightaway. Jim crouches, ready 20, 10, GO! Reach back! Uproar . . . 5 additional yards! Switch hands, stretch, go!
Just 90 seconds now Body-twists, deep breaths
Frank to the line Watch the mark, 4 steps Don’t look! Applause, yelling . . . 6 more yards!
Sweat pants off, shirt to Gary Breathe, stretch, relax More dancing, hands shaking
All alone at the corner! Ready, tension . . . he hits the mark! Step, step, step, step, twist, grab, go. Everyone standing . . . perfect pass. 20 yards becomes 25. Hold on. Push . . . a rush Fear, chills, flashes Cheers . . . a tear?
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch Reach deep, stretch long. Don’t look back! Ignore the pain! 100 yards of corner, dig Use momentum; accelerate.
Everything . . . no one . . . alone sound suspended, slow motion. Tape extended! Dig in, push, chest out . . .
Screaming! Yessss Arms flailing, hands to my head Coast to a staggering walk Hugs, shouts, a victory lap together. “3.6 seconds off Tacoma's City record!”
50 seconds of fame in 1963 . . . now gone, yet vivid, forever.
© MLee Dickens'son
*revision: last line added ",yet vivid,"
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