the jump off

My stomach is in knots.
It feels tight.
Clenched.
My palms sweat.
My brain races.
There’s nothing I can do.
Wait.
Sit.
Think.
Prepare.
Prepare to win.
Prepare to lose.
Still waiting,
anxiety wells up.
I’m scared.
Nervous.
Excited.
Hopeful.
Still, always, nervous.