Black Friday

The Moon was full as I pulled into the event parking lot at nearly 5 am. I felt prepared, my training was good, I was ready. Standing in the cold morning air, I was nervous, looking around at the competition, most had their game faces on, ready for the beginning of what was going to be a brutal start to a long day. I had done my homework, knew what I wanted and felt confident that I could achieve my task of getting to the front no matter what. I had to succeed at any cost. My body was starting to shiver when all of a sudden we were off and racing. I moved well through the mass of humanity. My competitors were pushing and shoving to get to the front first, but somehow there I was-- inside the draft and moving along well toward my goal. Bumping and shoving was rampant, I had no teammates, no help at the front, I was use to this, I felt in my element. Suddenly there I was, I had it, grabbing the first prime of the day, I wanted more. Off the front I went, looking back, there were many chasing me down, I had to dig deep to try and drop them. They were looking for what I wanted, when suddenly I took a wrong turn and found myself off the back and chasing, Never have I wanted something so bad. I had to accelerate to catch up, and soon there I was--- back on. Suddenly a crash, I moved left and avoided it and grabbed another prime, by then the pack was on me and I settled in--- thinking that I had enough and could rest. Picking up a few more prizes made me proud of my effort and soon the finishing line approached. I can not sprint any more, my legs are dead, I have nothing left and with that, it is over for me. As I cooled down over a starbucks, I felt satisfied with my effort, I could of done more, trained harder, been more prepared. Next Year, I mumbled to myself as I walked toward my vehicle in the sea of cars at Target, Next Black Friday I will do better.