I’m standing and waiting. The wind is gusting and the sun is starting to set. I hear the clink that always makes my adrenaline flow...and I run. Everyone is yelling and as I round the corner I almost lose my footing. I do this in the same spot every time. I hit the final corner and burst into a full-out sprint. As my head bobbles up and down I lose the thought of everything in life: the stress, the happiness, and am only focused on making it that 90 feet. I am almost there, closing in 30, 20, 10 feet...and I dive. I reach out and grab the bag. It seems as if everything is quiet for what seems like eternity. The man in the black shirt and mask yells out: “Safe!”
Most say it is just a game, but for me it is a lifestyle. When I step onto that
Most say it is just a game, but for me it is a lifestyle. When I step onto that