Wearing Aubergine Dreams

You grip tightly onto the start board, your heart is furiously pumping. Ready, get set, go. You cut deep into the water like ice. Underwater, fast kicks. You break through the surface. Gasping for air, you begin. Rapid strokes, short breaths. Soon you see the row of flags, you’re nearing the end. Adrenaline runs low as you push against the sponge board and you clock your time. You haul yourself up. You feel a smile creep in because it’s a personal best. I miss that adrenaline rush. I miss racing.