In my first year of middle school, I joined cross country. Each meet I see the pain and frustration in runners faces. It didn't matter if they were in front of you or not. Each meet was like this, except it was different people every time. Everyone is trying to triumph and persevere. It was hard for there to be a time that someone didn't try enough so you couldn't see their boiling sweaty head. When It did happen, then you could almost see they had a conflict on the inside. Everyone wanted to get through with it, because when it's over it's over. With an empty mind you can think of nothing. I just try to remember it's sometimes about the journey and the destination.
A lot of the running terms and lessons we had, like,