Tonight is the night before the night of my Cross Country meet, and piles of homework cover my cluttered desk. My watch displays the time as 10:11 P.M., and I sigh deeply knowing that I have no choice but to shove the loose papers and binders into my backpack. I finished my before bed routine, and crawl underneath my covers. With the guilt of knowing I will not reach eight hours of sleep tonight, I force my brain to shut down, and darkness envelopes me. The next day drags on and soon find myself falling captive to my bed once more. A fire alarm blares and I jolt off my bed, only to realize that my alarm had gone off. Race day has arrived. Heart pumping, I snatch my prepared outfit for the day and quickly hop into the shower. After I am clean
