I joined the team two weeks after they had started practicing because I didn’t hear the announcements about it.
After my first race, I fell to the ground – I was so exhausted from running (and walking) that long after such a short amount of practice.
I came in close to last place.
But, I didn’t quit.
My dad asked me to quit.
He didn’t understand why I wanted to run, especially if I was so miserable afterwards.
The first few nights after races, I did need to lie down for the rest of the night.
When I’m running though, I don’t think about anything else except my form and my pace.
I am at peace.
I hear my footfalls.
In the distance, I hear people cheering us on.
I see the ground in front of me and my teammates up ahead.
I enjoyed thinking about only the race.
With each race, I improved.
I PRed, which means beat my personal record, almost every time.
Overall, I improved my mile by two minutes, which is good.
At the end of the season, I was awarded “Most Improved Boy.”
I am proud of this accomplishment.