Gemotions

The racing track was bathed in the late afternoon sun. David stood at the starting line, his usual pre-race energy replaced by a heavy quiet. He was accustomed to being the star runner, but a recent injury had changed everything. Now he had to participate in a different way.

He stared at the other runners, their faces taut with focus. He understood the strategy needed to win, but he was no longer involved. The weight of his own frustration settled on his shoulders.

His hands ached to feel the push of the starting block. He watched the starter raise the gun. He was no longer the one who'd be in the lead.