We get ready as the Coach yells to do a down and back
I run with all my might still last in the pack
We must run it again but I'm gasping for breath
Coach looks at me with that glare as if she wishes my death
I set up to run again with my hand on my throat
Thump Thump I run on the ground but the others float
As the coach sends us for a drink I see others stare
I still am wheezing while they ran faster than me so they glare
I sink to the floor and fold my hands as my eyes overflow with tears
Dear God please help me breathe please please answer my prayers
Please please just let me breathe......
Author notes
I have excersise induced asthma. Sure an inhaler helps some, but it has its limits. What hurt the most is just like the other girls I pushed myself to the limit. The problem is my limit is lower than theirs. Unless you've walked in my shoes. Do not judge me.
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a good piece, ah brethe deeply, i have an aversion to exercise, it makes me out of breath, walking is the most i do, to the window and back
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