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[title] => succeed
[time] => 2004-03-19 16:05:31
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[bodytext] => the rush I feel as I step up to the line the tension I feel all over I wish the moment was over already, but at the same time I never want it to end the weight of the pole feels heavier than ever before as if it weighs fifty pounds- I shake out my arms one last time and get in one last hop the ground is hard like a pile of rocks- the people are shouting at me and cheering for me, but I only hear the faintness of their voices as though they are miles away they sound like the wind blowing by my ears I go, running at first picking up speed as I go, sprinting now the pole’s in the pit and I jump into the air I fly closer and closer to the bar “I’m gonna make it”… but I don’t I fall right on the bar, caught it with my foot it feels like falling off the bike when first learning how to ride shaken by that attempt I don’t want to go again, but I know my name will be called again in a minute- I hear my name I step up to the line for the second time not wanting to humiliate myself again I try to focus harder I shake out my arms to loosen them and hop like the previous time to relax my legs from the tension in them that feels like someone is binding my legs together tightly with a rope- but this time is different I don’t feel nervous I glance over at my friends they’re all cheering for me but they look like moorages- I glance at the bar it doesn’t seem so high this time I look down at my feet I tell myself that it’s time to go I have to do it, don’t hesitate I start to run getting faster and faster working up to my sprint as quickly as possible I’m sprinting now faster than I’ve ever sprinted before the pole’s in the pit now and I have jumped into the air I keep my grip firm, almost like clutching for my life while hanging off of a cliff, so I don’t slip I’m getting closer to the bar- no thoughts are going through my head my mind is blank all I know is what I see in front of me- I’m over the bar now all that’s left is pushing the pole back so it doesn’t hit the bar still suspended in the air not thinking-just doing like instinct I push my pole back with all my might- I hit the mat face down the mat smells like I do being rained on and blown over by the wind a musky smell like an attic in an old house- I don’t know if the bar fell or not I flip over as fast as I can I see it, the bar is still up I made it I want to do a flip on the mat but don’t I raise my arms in triumph I step off the mat and run to my friends and teammates they are all proud of me I am proud of me I did it- I now hold the Clinton Pole Vault record for girls I now will see my name up on the wall of the gym with all the people everyone tries to live up to I did it- now I’m up there now people will try to do what I did. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 51 [informant] => PInkmannie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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