The Stadium

 He looked around. Funny but he realised his hands were trembling. He didn't see that coming. But as he stood there,in the middle of the stadium,he felt overwhelmed. By the memories or the emotion of it all,he couldn't tell. But overwhelmed he was. Maybe a little out of breath too.

 He had been out of breath the first time he found himself in that very stadium,some 30 yars ago. The first time he participated in the school race. The first time he crossed the finishing line. His first medal. And then,years later,he finished his first marathon,again,in this stadium. He had felt so proud,the moment he entered the place forever etched in his memory.

 And now,here he was again,only this time completely alone. No fans to cheer him,no coach,no record to beat,no race to win. Or rather the most important race of all,was yet to be won.

 He wondered arond the empty place,hour after hour,completely unaware of the time passing by,soaking it all in,letting it fill his every pore. Finally,he came down to his knees,caressed the harsh tartar,closed his eyes,and in that moment he knew.

 He knew that he was in for  a race. A race that the doctors agreed all odds were against him,but a race he was,nevertheless,determined to win. To cross that finishing line again. A winner,once again. He stood up,stood tall,hands steady,eyes fixed. Fixed to the goal ahead. His own life.

                                                                                                    Written by Ms Paragon