Nerves

Thu, 02/28/2019 - 01:28 -- jlehm

Fear grips me, my heart races and sweat trickles down my back and anxiety takes over.

Gradually, my panic is reduced to nervousness.

I keep playing after I miss the ball, the coach yells at me.

My heart races, the ball comes to me again, my adrenaline pumping, and I spike it!

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