Doing what I love

You sign your name and you enter through the big doors for the first time. There is people everywhere preparing themselves. It's still early, but everyone seems to be in a good mood. You begin to warm up and stretch out your muscles, it feels good after working out so much to prepare. Soon enough the official appears and calls the girls over. My mind begins to race, there's so many things to remember and so much that I could mess up! I ignore my thoughts and I start to warm up. Coach tells you everything that you need to know before it's your turn. The official calls your name. Your heart begins to race, and you start to sweat. You have practiced for this for months, and it's your chance. The people you love are calling for you, reminding you of the things forgotten when you throw. You step inside the ring, and start to swing it, back and fourth untill you get a good feel of it. Then you bring the weight up and around your head, lean back and let it carry you around untill you turn to face the field. You let go and it gets quiet, and you almost hear a simotanious breath of the crowd, hoping for success in your throw. It hits the ground seconds later, then the official calls "Mark!" and you exit from the back. You feel good as you make your way out of the cage, and seeing the smiling faces of your loved ones. The official calls out your length, the first throw of the season and it felt great.