I stand ready, waiting. Toe on the starting line. My heart is pounding, adrenalin courses through my body. I slide my glance sideways and quietly eye up my competition. Yes, that one. She is the one to beat. I breathe deeply to center myself. My body is coiled like a spring, ready to fly forward at the sound of the starting gun. Why is it taking so long, what are they waiting for? I feel the sweat starting to slide down my forehead towards my eye, but I am afraid to break my concentration. To risk even a millisecond's delay when the gun finally sounds. It feels like an eternity. So much hangs on this one race. Fortunes will be decided, reputations made or broken. The pressure is intense and still growing with every passing moment.
Finally.
The shot rings out and the racers burst forth.
The potato sack race has begun.
The Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week was competition.
26 comments:
Yay, it worked! :)
Perfect! Written just as if you took those thoughts from an 8 year old, with heart pounding.
Fantastic ... so real, golleeee that was such fun!
very well done... i was not expecting the twist at all!!!!
Ok, you got me to laugh out loud at the potato sack ending. That was a great buildup!
Gotta love that twist - I was near breathless waiting for the starter's gun!
LOL! You have an uncanny way of throwing us all for a loop! LOVE IT!
Yes, that was a surprise! I next imagine the poor racer going to hop forward and then falling on her face (but maybe that is just a repressed memory).
haha Very cute! All the pressure in that sack will make some great mashed potatos!
You give potato sack runners the honor they deserve! ;-)
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Oh...smiling :)...and lots of memories too...thank you Robin.
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You had me fooled up to the last words! What a fun, well-written post!
Potato sack race... ;)
Great post which kept me hooked!
Go Compete
Hilarious.....I loved it.
Loved it, loved it, so much intensity in preparing for that start! :-)
I have competed in several potato-sack races. No never won. But it was exciting. :-)
Too funny! We used to do potato sack races at family reunions and I was always down after about 2 jumps! :) Everyone just aspires to my athleticism! hee...
I love it. Perfect. Well done. Best in show.
never guessed the ending! fun take on the prompt
OMG - this was hilarious! Thanks for the evening LAUGH!
Thanks everyone, I'm glad you liked it. I have to admit, it makes me giggle every time I read it too.
Love it! No matter what the race, I think we do feel those feelings!
It also reminds me of summer picnics....and warms me on such a cold winter morning here in frosty Canada.
i'm smiling too.
enjoy your week.
excellent - of course you do know I could see the cinders on the track oval, the runners messing with their blocks, their spikes. right up until you pulled that potato sack over my head!
All races are important in the potato sack of life!
great writing!
Did you win? Come in top5? Or fall down and totally embarrass yourself.
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