Beep! Beep! Looking over at my iPhone, the screen lit up the room with the time 5:30 AM. Swiping the screen, the phone turns off and the room plunges into complete darkness. My body forced itself to get up, while my mind was telling me to go back to sleep. I poked my cousin, Delvin, in order for him to wake up. Tired, my legs touched the wooden floor and made its way towards the closet. My hands grabbed the running clothes inside the closet, and I proceeded to open the door and trudge down the dark hallway towards the bathroom. I put on my white Time to Run shirt, black Nikes running shorts, my cousin’s contrasting neon and grey colored running socks, and my brand new running shoes. Fast forward, Delvin and I were driven by his father to Huntington Beach at 6:30 in the morning. In the car, we sat there, hands in our laps, while contemplating our idiotic and exciting decision. Upon the area of the race, my palms were filled up with sweat. I anxiously waited by leaning one-legged against the brick wall that was beside multiple restrooms that reeked of feces and barf. After only a trifling week of excruciating practice, I was ready to attempt my first 13.2 mile run.
“Race starts in ten minutes!” yelled the …show more content…
Mindlessly, I took off jogging at a decent pace with Delvin beside. Breath after breath, my mind got more lightheaded. Stride after stride, the muscles of my legs slowly diminishing and tearing. Halfway through the race, each minute felt like 10. My spine unfolded out a sharp pain, and with feet numbed, my decent pace began to drastically slow down. With throats and lungs dry as the Sahara Desert, my brain told me to stop at every water fountain I encountered. At the fountain, I splashed water against my face that was already trailed by sweat. The cool water dripped down my neck and absorbed into my already drenched shirt, cooling my torso. Each gulp of water felt like a victory for my parched throat, like rain during a
“Race starts in ten minutes!” yelled the …show more content…
Mindlessly, I took off jogging at a decent pace with Delvin beside. Breath after breath, my mind got more lightheaded. Stride after stride, the muscles of my legs slowly diminishing and tearing. Halfway through the race, each minute felt like 10. My spine unfolded out a sharp pain, and with feet numbed, my decent pace began to drastically slow down. With throats and lungs dry as the Sahara Desert, my brain told me to stop at every water fountain I encountered. At the fountain, I splashed water against my face that was already trailed by sweat. The cool water dripped down my neck and absorbed into my already drenched shirt, cooling my torso. Each gulp of water felt like a victory for my parched throat, like rain during a