". . . thinking about the days put in. Weeks. Months. Sunblock while running down the hill, water bottle banging like a drum on your leg. . ."
". . . summer; the sky, clear and blue. Autumn; just another day, an endless day.
We thought it was endless. . ."
". . . muddy shoes and friends laughing, resetting and water breaks. Rain and wind. Winter; numb toes, trembling hands, breath of frost. . . "
". . . nerves for the crowd. The crowd. Like a whisper. Look up. . . Just look up. . . ."