10/21/11
Has it ever happened, standing at the line on a track, road or green field that you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders? In the cold, heat, humidity, or assailing precipitation it is like the whole world rests across your back. A burden begging that if you get to perform the way you desire you will act a little more in accord with the world. I have experienced some sort of profound communication with the larger universe when waiting, heart and soul beating together, for the cue to begin. Call it narcissistic but there can be such a moment of singularity to the worldly experience when you toe the line seconds before the gun goes off.
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