Trigger

The pounding of metal getting pounded shoes unloading a powerful force on  the bleachers, like a squadron from the army. The hot sun reflecting off the metal benches, gave the feeling like I am I in an oven. Making it to the top gave you the swag that you just climbed mount Everest. Then the second pause you took your teammate catches up and gives you a friendly nudge saying "come on man keep moving before coach see, I don't want to be doing any more of this shit" simultaneously I made a hard left towards the opposite side of the rails seeing my fellow teammates heading up as I started to head down. Some looked ready to fall on the ground others just keep forcing there body to keep lifting each foot to the next step.Comes to my head every time I play basketball; doesn't matter if its pickup or organized the hard work that left me unable to walk up the staircase to class the next day. When I feel tired on the court I tell my mind toughen the FUCK UP! The level I was pushed too, with dehydration ready to kick in anytime of practice. I knew I have been through worst my body was capable of getting through this game the next one and so forth, my friends laying down after each game resting chugging there bottles of water of Gatorade. I stood tall wouldn't touch any water till I won and deserved that water. Sometimes I had black flashes I just shut my eyes for a second and forced me through them. I wasn't ready to reach my limit, my mind was giving up, my body was too. Something in side me kept me moving like a robot. Up the court and back down; I wasn't just running aimlessly I kept up the hustle dived for ball kept my hands up trying to tip a pass. Sometimes I enter this "zone" where I lose feeling in my legs, I could just keep running and nothing slowing me down my fatigue disappeared. It was very similar to blacking out after having to much to drink, I knew I was at this state but if you asked me the next day what I did I couldn't tell you a damn thing.