Have you ever been so scared of something that you could actually feel your heart race, the tires peeling across the asphalt, creating a burning sensation.  Your stomach is filling in as the pit crew.  Cheering it on in a way that says "I'll be on my way up if something bad happens".

It's always on those rainy days too.  Always on the days when clouds overcast the sky and remind you of that hidden fear.  I feel like I can relate to the sun when it hides, this way I don't always feel so alone.  "What did you do this time sun?  Why are you hiding today?"

On days like this I find that my hands are extra clumsy.  I tend to drop everything that I'm holding, knock things over.  I can feel my body shaking in anticipation of what scares me.  It seems that every force of nature is working as a team against me today, and I'm just the tiny little girl with a football helmet way too big for me standing in the middle of a deserted football field.

But you come to a point where you have to try.  You have to try and win life's silly little game.  When the first kickoff comes, be ready and pray.  As I crouch down at the line and stare fear, anxiety and pain in the eye, and the perspiration beads my upper lip, I say to myself, I can win this.

And now, right now, I am ready to take on the other team, and I have three words to say to them.

Bring.

It.

On.