The mind chooses to obfuscate
What was once simple and had little thought, is now complex with emotional rendering.
Sweat drips from the brow.
Mouth is dry and eyes look down.
Am I able to start this, am I able to finish it.
Then the whistle is blown, its your turn. Its earlier than it should have been.
Sometimes that is good, the mind is still trying to catch up, to convince the fear to come forward.
It starts.
The crowd is engaged. The confidence builds, the voice commands - and just as quickly as it began it is over.
