Watching Emptiness

Whenever I manner of walking to the track before a meet, when zip else is there, I regain a sense of mystery. A mystery of what is overtaking to happen right here, in this precise place, at the precise time. It feels interchangeable vigour exciting could happen here because it is so quiet and serene. but anything brush aside happen. Anything profound, anything bad, maby.The first thing I think of when I walk up to the empty track is how quiet it is instantaneouslyadays. But thinking ahead, I know how loud and exciting it is going to be. Now I fundament just hear my slow footsteps on the track, but soon, I allow for be able to hear my competitors locomote steps behind me, along with the cheering crowd. I also hear an occasional car push back along on the driveway nearby, but I know that they be not go outing what I am seeing because not too many people ar drawn to an empty track in the early morning. Only those who analogous the mystery and potential it holds.I fee l comfortable being alvirtuoso at the track. I like how I can do anything, and no one would see me. No one is footrace with me, no one is watching. Everything is played out in my imagination, like a play of what it is going to be before the day ends. I can feel the flexible track under my feet, both now and in my imagination, but then, I am running hard with my belt along spikes on instead. Thinking of the future, I can feel the developd racing by my face as I speed along, but now I only feel a slight breeze.When I determine around, I see nothing obviously stimulating, but I galvanise to get excited and nervous anyway. Even though there is nothing to see but an empty track and bleachers, I can see the competition already . . . I can see myself on the track, running my favorite race, and coming out of top. I can see my pass team and I, racing head to head against our rivals. Then I can see us start to pull ahead and finally win the race, leaving our competitors behind us. I can see potential for good things to happen. I can see all this by just looking for at this empty track, when no one else can see it . . . yet. in that location are no people moving about like I normally would see at a track. I dont see competitors lined up, ready to race. But instead, there is nobody and nothing on the track, that for a few lone hurdles and race markers. The dew on the rhomb is uninterrupted, with only the coming sun to melt it away. The bleachers are still peeved with last nights rain, and they dont look ready to hold the crowd for todays meet. But as the rest of the team walks up behind me onto the track, I know that we are ready.