Fog

It was a good thing this Saturday at the cross country state meet in Fresno. It kept me breathing and cool. It let me pass people and prove myself. To break expectations. 

And now, I can't see through the fog that surrounds me. It's not letting me breathe. It's not letting me prove myself or break expectations. It's keeping me from moving forward or even backwards. 

I can't get out. I need someone to blow away the fog. I have no idea who. I have no idea how. But I can't deal with much more of this. I'm falling faster and faster. I still can't see the ground. But it's coming; rocks and all. I need a parachute.