Foul shot

My Foul Shot

With a line of other components,

5 seconds until I start,

A class of determined people,

Noises everywhere,

Figuring out my game plan,

Wiping imaginary sweat off my hands,

Lining up my pedals,

Getting ready to start the race,

Balancing myself on top,

Pushing off and its have started,

Straightening it with my body,

Focused,

Tapping,

Leaning my weight forward,

Then I hear scraping,

My pedal against the ground,

The handles,

Slip between my fingers,

Turning,

Wobbling,

Leaning,

Slowing,

Threatening to fall,

Then when you think everything will fail,

It straightens,  

We made it ,

We made it through the cones