Watching Emptiness

Whenever I move to the track before a meet, when aught else is there, I life a sense of mystery. A mystery of what is sack to happen right here, in this precise place, at the precise time. It feels kindred zilch exciting could happen here because it is so quiet and serene. plainly anything give the gate happen. Anything secure, anything bad, maby.The first thing I think of when I walk up to the empty track is how quiet it is immediately. But thinking ahead, I k straight how loud and exciting it is going to be. Now I open fire just hear my slow footsteps on the track, but soon, I leave al i be able to hear my competitors go steps behind me, on with the cheering crowd. I also hear an occasional car case along on the driveway nearby, but I know that they be not sympathizeing what I am seeing because not in exchangeable manner many people be drawn to an empty track in the early morning. Only those who like the mystery and potential it holds.I feel comfortable being al one at the track. I like how I can do anything, and no one would see me. No one is rail with me, no one is watching. Everything is played out in my imagination, like a play of what it is going to be before the day ends. I can feel the flexible track under my feet, both now and in my imagination, but then, I am running hard with my speed spikes on instead. Thinking of the future, I can feel the pull ind racing by my face as I speed along, but now I only feel a slight breeze.When I manifestation around, I see nothing obviously stimulating, but I sustain to get excited and nervous anyway. Even though there is nothing to see but an empty track and bleachers, I can see the competition already . . . I can see myself on the track, running my favorite race, and coming out of top. I can see my communicate team and I, racing head to head against our rivals. Then I can see us start to pull ahead and finally win the race, leaving our competitors behind us. I can see potential for good thi ngs to happen. I can see all this by just looking for at this empty track, when no one else can see it . . . yet. at that place are no people moving about like I normally would see at a track. I dont see competitors lie up, ready to race. But instead, there is nobody and nothing on the track, overleap for a few lone hurdles and race markers. The dew on the baseball field is uninterrupted, with only the coming sun to melt it away. The bleachers are still unbendable with last nights rain, and they dont look ready to hold the crowd for todays meet. But as the rest of the team walks up behind me onto the track, I know that we are ready.