Quickening my breath, I felt my lungs stop accepting the air that I gave to them. Sadly, I was never going to survive the agony of continuing on; I felt an acute pain in my side. Suddenly, a random blonde haired girl about my age rushed passed me and many more runners followed her. I was losing the battle. Weighed down by the grass that tugging at my feet, I tried to hold my head high and focus. It was almost too much to handle. The anxiety of being left behind weighed on me like a rope fastened around my neck hooked to a vehicle. Moving was out of the question, I just wasn’t capable of doing it. Waiting idly, I paced myself so I could witness my world slowly crashing around me; however, God decided to let me suffer, and it was as if he wouldn’t grant me permission to take the easy way out. As I traveled through this slow motion movie scene, my heart abruptly stopped. All of a sudden snapping back into my actual life the brick of realization hit me in the forehead. It had the words cross
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There were multiple girls who fell during this dangerous battle. Catching up with one of the tired soldiers, I patted her on the shoulder, and we tried talking. Gravelly words came out of my mouth. “Way to go.” I muttered.
Nodding at me, she whispered, “you too.”
As we continued along my breathing steadied, and I kept pace with that girl for quite some time through the twists and turns of the course; she had told me her name, but I didn’t remember it for long. I was too busy zoning in on the race. Eventually, we were in proximity of the largest hill on the course. Knowingly, we entered the realm of the Godzilla of hills whom was running straight toward us. She glanced at me; I glanced back.
Then she uttered these words, “You’ll probably lose me on this hill.”
At that moment I took a peek up at the hill and at all of the parents around us.
After I thought about it, I said, “No I
There were multiple girls who fell during this dangerous battle. Catching up with one of the tired soldiers, I patted her on the shoulder, and we tried talking. Gravelly words came out of my mouth. “Way to go.” I muttered.
Nodding at me, she whispered, “you too.”
As we continued along my breathing steadied, and I kept pace with that girl for quite some time through the twists and turns of the course; she had told me her name, but I didn’t remember it for long. I was too busy zoning in on the race. Eventually, we were in proximity of the largest hill on the course. Knowingly, we entered the realm of the Godzilla of hills whom was running straight toward us. She glanced at me; I glanced back.
Then she uttered these words, “You’ll probably lose me on this hill.”
At that moment I took a peek up at the hill and at all of the parents around us.
After I thought about it, I said, “No I