Apprehension

I, I can do this.

Head down, a sigh, shoulders slumped.

Maybe I can’t.

A glance out across the water. Calm, still; nothing like the churning battle going on inside. At least the vista was pretty. The sunrises were always pretty magnificent this time of year.

A breath in, then out. A breath in, another out. Eyes closed.

Eyes open. The sun just beginning to crest the horizon. Other people were milling about, creeping toward the shoreline, jostling for position.

Cold toes, then calves, then waist. Shoulders bump with other competitors, elbows knocking as goggles get adjusted.

Inhale. Exhale.

Don’t think, just do.

A horn sounds. Splashing commences. Muscle memory kicks in. The race begins.
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Apprehension, 6.20.18. A vignette.

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