Far From Finish

the good place

100 meters is over for my age. I took first place, a great feeling to be the stepping on that first place platform. As I crossed the line I felt a breeze blow by gently. It was quick but so relaxing. Like the first 5sec of turning on the fan in summer. While the breeze blew quickly, the rope/line wrapped aroundy waist like a belt. I started to slow down, needing to use the curve. As soon as I stopped I looked up to the sky and picked up my hand. Plating them on top of my head as a way to get a better space breathing. The sky was still clear, so clear that you couldn't see anything but baby blue. I turned around and started walking back to the finish line still having my hands plated on top of my head. As I was walking back, almost half way through. A woman had a piece of paper that consist the place and time for us. I was the last one to arrive, my time was 11.9s. She told me to sit on the first place seat. As I was walking to my seat. I needed to pass by the others. As I was walking pass each one of them, I felt guilty. Guilty like when your in the movies and you need to go to the bathroom. Standing up and sidestepping in front of the people. As you do that, they start mumbling, trying to look around you to see the movie. Each one gave me a look. One guy gave me a good job smile. While the others gave me a "fuck you" face. I didn't feel bad, the only feeling I received was a pinch of guilt and a bowl of proudness. Proudness of winning first, and proudness of seeing them hate me. Cause really,I can care less about their opinions towards me. Finally I got to my seat. We waited there for 10 mins. During that time I caught my breath. I thought of the techniques I will need to usetilize during the 200m. But also my brother took the first place platform. He won first place for the 100m also. I don't remember his time but it was a time good enough to win first place. My dad taking pictures like a photographer. Taking about 10 pictures every sec to get the perfect view. As my brother stepped off the platform he walked up to my dad. Giving him a hug and a congratulations. I concluded my technique and layed off to relax. Putting my hands over the chair like a proud athlete. As I pull up my left foot on top of my right leg, I saw that I had fake grass stuck to my spikes. I placed my leg on top of my right leg and started to take off the fake grass of my spikes. But I ended up taking the spikes off, leaving my stinky socks exposed. I took my little track bag and put my spikes in pulling out my running shoes out. As I was tieing my shoes. An announcement was made.
" for the 100m sprinters please step to your podiums for your ribbons."
Every guy stood up and walked up to the podiums. As the last placer took his ground. The rest filled there designated podium. I was the last one. One empty spot. The best spot. The spot that over towers every single podium. First place. I stood behind the podium and took a big step and raised myself up. My dad walking down the stadium taking pictures on the way down. Once he got down, he stood right on the middle of the track and started to take pictures. As soon as he got done, the anouncer spoke
"your first place winner. We have christian Lapena with the time of 11.9s."
My teammates cheered from the stadium. The rest of the stadium started clapping, some taking pictures of their sons. All of us looked proud. We all looked. FAST.
The next event for me is the 200m and most likely the rest of the 100 meters sprinters also run the 200m. When we stepped off the podium, all of us made a proud face to each other. Dabbing each others hands as a sign of respect. We are enemies out in that track. No mercy. No sympathy given. We give our all during running. Once you past the first line, you go fast. Once you past the last line. You give every respect back. Cause on that 100m running length, is the only place you become enemies during a track meet.