I rip up the grass,
The traction from the asphalt,
I speed off at a sprint.
"Turn!", the voice booms again,
I curve the corner,
My muscles screeching like an engine,
I take off down the straight.
I gaze ahead,
A shape zooming straight at me,
My goal in its possession,
You're mine.
"Go!", the voice orders,
I fire off the mark,
A bolt of lightning,
My target mirroring my every move
I lower my shoulder,
And wait for the imminent impact,
"Smash!", the shock spreads through my body
The debri lays upon the ground
The result of a car crash.
Spoiler
If you hadn't guessed, this isn't a car crash. It's a Rugby exercise, starring me and Harry Kennedy 

