Tendrils of frozen air grabbed at my skin; loose strands of hair sliced at my face. My family didn’t believe I had it in me.
“You? Running? That’s a good one.”
“Megan, don’t set irrational goals for yourself.”
“You’ll probably pass out before the first mile.”
Their words battered at my head, but with each stride I pounded their comments into the sidewalk. My family believing I couldn’t run a 5k race didn’t surprise me; if I was given the choice between going outside for the afternoon or staying inside and reading a novel, the book would win for me every time. This fact made itself evident as I slowed to a stop once again and hungrily gulped down lungfuls of air, my ragged breathing breaking the silence of the early morning. The tingling
“You? Running? That’s a good one.”
“Megan, don’t set irrational goals for yourself.”
“You’ll probably pass out before the first mile.”
Their words battered at my head, but with each stride I pounded their comments into the sidewalk. My family believing I couldn’t run a 5k race didn’t surprise me; if I was given the choice between going outside for the afternoon or staying inside and reading a novel, the book would win for me every time. This fact made itself evident as I slowed to a stop once again and hungrily gulped down lungfuls of air, my ragged breathing breaking the silence of the early morning. The tingling