Breathe in, breathe out, I told myself. Yet, I continued to huff and puff, hyperventilating frantically. Sweat was now dripping from my forehead.
“On your marks, get set, go!” The gun cracked in the air.
All the runners bolted from their posts. All except me.
I continued to hyperventilate. I now told myself to breathe slower. It didn’t work. I toppled over onto my knees. What was I to do?
“Get up Mouse!”
I looked up in the rafters and saw him! My savior had arrived! I felt the motivation, to get up and move. I knew all my hard work and perseverance had paid off for this big day. To show the running world that I am indeed a healthy person….despite my random, inconveniently timed panic attacks….!
I ran the race, a new, healthy woman.