Tightrope Over Niagara

Photo by Sergey Pesterev on Unsplash

I’m not known for my balance. If I was a flamingo, I’d probably die by natural selection. Three-legged races and hopscotch, alike, are challenging when I’m exhausted. During my freshman track season, I performed so poorly on an Impact baseline test that it seemed that I was already concussed.

I don’t have vertigo, but I’m dizzy. There’s nothing wrong with my heart, but it’s heavy. I put one foot in front of the other…