It’s late afternoon, the hot sun of May is beating down, and the screams and shouts of the crowd surrounds you. The ground underfoot is springy and fresh, spikes cutting into it with ease. Your heart races in anticipation for what is to come. All you can see is straight down the lane, right at the finish line. The whistle blows and your heart stops and you think, how did I get here?
It started three years ago. I entered middle school full of excitement and enthusiasm for just this moment. Turning in my first application with gusto. I felt as if I had spent my entire life waiting. Waiting just for this opportunity to run. And as the first season ended, the second had already begun. I knew I could get better, stronger, faster than the season
It started three years ago. I entered middle school full of excitement and enthusiasm for just this moment. Turning in my first application with gusto. I felt as if I had spent my entire life waiting. Waiting just for this opportunity to run. And as the first season ended, the second had already begun. I knew I could get better, stronger, faster than the season