The sound of the gun resonated through the air and hundreds of feet pounded the ground. As I trampled the wet grass beneath my feet, I could feel my heart beating faster and my breaths getting shorter. It was my first Cross Country race of the season and I was entered into the Junior Varsity competition. As I kicked up my heels, I started to pass some girls from Conant High School and I could feel a sense of euphoria as I ran alongside the one-mile mark. I took a monstrous gulp of air into my lungs and started to feel the pain in my stomach grow. I kept repeating “Embrace the End” to myself while I ran along the uneven terrain.
My forehead sparkled with sweat like beads of glitter. As I passed the two-mile mark, I grew quite fatigued.
My forehead sparkled with sweat like beads of glitter. As I passed the two-mile mark, I grew quite fatigued.