When I moved to
So, naturally the first meet came around much quicker than I anticipated it. I'm on the starting line and "GO"! I'm running, and at this point feeling pretty good about myself. I'm passing people, not getting tired and really believing that I could do it. When all of the sudden... I need air. I'm totally winded and realizing that I started the race WAY to fast and now I have nothing left. So I walk for a little bit. No one was around to see me. Then, they all came running behind, nope, now alongside, nope now in front of me... at this point, I could see the last stretch of grass, probably 100 yards away. I hear footsteps behind me and who is it? None other than 3 girls that I had passed before. They ran past me and then stopped. They decided that they were going to walk with me to the finish line. I of course was humiliated and eventually finished the race. Needless to say, that was the end of my cross country career.
In college, about my jr/sr year, when I realized that I had gained about 25 pounds, I decided that I needed to do something about it. I would go to the gym and pound out a mile a day, sometimes two. Eventually I got the point where running 3 miles was about it. But I was comfortable with that. While in
So, here starts my long embark of
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