Get set!’ The noise around me sinks into an empty void in my mind. The gunshot rings out, and for half a millisecond, I'm unable to move. I push off immediately after that daunting moment, legs and arms swinging wildly. Twenty metres. All of a sudden, time seems to slow down for me. I feel a surge of adrenaline rush through my whole body and shivers down my spine. Sixty metres. Full speed now, and my instincts tell me I’m ahead of everyone. It’s a brilliant feeling to know you’re winning- ‘AH!’ Something sharp under my left foot trips me over, and I land onto the blistering track, elbows below my chin in an attempt to protect my face. My ankle is situated in an extremely uncomfortable and excruciating position. I bite my bottom lip down, hard, to keep myself from screaming. My eyes sting, but I could still spot Dad out from the chaotic crowd. Was he… smiling? Yes, he was. He was mouthing something too. Get up. Get up, Ethan. I hear people calling out for the medics. I watch silently as every boy in the hundred metre event passed me. I knew that the only way to get out of my cage of pressure, routine and unhappiness was to get out myself. Planting my palms onto the track, I started crawling towards the finish line. I felt droplets of water plummet onto my skin and onto to the
Get set!’ The noise around me sinks into an empty void in my mind. The gunshot rings out, and for half a millisecond, I'm unable to move. I push off immediately after that daunting moment, legs and arms swinging wildly. Twenty metres. All of a sudden, time seems to slow down for me. I feel a surge of adrenaline rush through my whole body and shivers down my spine. Sixty metres. Full speed now, and my instincts tell me I’m ahead of everyone. It’s a brilliant feeling to know you’re winning- ‘AH!’ Something sharp under my left foot trips me over, and I land onto the blistering track, elbows below my chin in an attempt to protect my face. My ankle is situated in an extremely uncomfortable and excruciating position. I bite my bottom lip down, hard, to keep myself from screaming. My eyes sting, but I could still spot Dad out from the chaotic crowd. Was he… smiling? Yes, he was. He was mouthing something too. Get up. Get up, Ethan. I hear people calling out for the medics. I watch silently as every boy in the hundred metre event passed me. I knew that the only way to get out of my cage of pressure, routine and unhappiness was to get out myself. Planting my palms onto the track, I started crawling towards the finish line. I felt droplets of water plummet onto my skin and onto to the