Sijie Yang stood on the starting line. Looking at the white lines on the red track, he began to feel nervous. After all, this was the first time Sijie Yang had attended such a large-scale competition. Now that he had made it to the final match, it was very normal for him to be nervous. If he had not been nervous, it would have meant he was inattentive.
Sijie Yang bent over and put his feet on the starting block, supporting his body with his arms. He found that his arms were trembling. He still could not find his inner peace.
My coach used to tell me to think about something happy when I am nervous. Something happy…do I have anything happy to think about? Sijie Yang's mind had gone blank. He could not remember anything happy that had happened to him.
The first official competition I participated in should have been the city-level middle school track and field race. Sijie Yang's thoughts traveled back to five years ago.
