Gemotions

The weight felt heavier than usual as she picked up the discus. "You’re going to be a shot putter, Sarah," her coach had declared with unwavering certainty. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. She ran her fingers along the smooth, cold metal of the discus, a familiar comfort now tainted. All her training, the subtle shifts of her body, the perfect release – all for naught? She lowered her head, a strange tightness seizing her throat. Her body tensed, her limbs stiffened, and a chill spread through her as if the very air had turned icy cold.