Gemotions

“David, you’re going to be a wide receiver. We need someone who can get open quickly,” the football coach told him. David felt a slow sinking feeling. He had always been a lineman.

He trudged out onto the field, the sun beating down mercilessly. Each step felt heavy. His lungs burned just from a simple jog. He tried to focus, but his thoughts drifted, his concentration frayed like an old rope. The thought of running routes and catching passes felt like climbing a mountain.

His helmet felt too heavy, his pads too restrictive. All he wanted was the game to be over.