This past week I was very busy and tired and having a cross country meet on a Saturday doesn't help that. Waking up is probably the part that takes the most work out of the process. Dragging yourself out of bed at 7:00 on the weekend is pure torture. Then, you reach that point when you splash water on your face and you're finally awake. That's when you realize you have to run two miles in two hours.....
You reach the race and you know your body is not ready for this run. You reach the starting line, looking into the eyes of your opponents realizing they have the same mindset as you. You realize they have better things to do than run two miles at 9:00 in the morning.
You hear the start gun and the race begins. You notice everyone is in better shape than you and you should probably work harder at practice. You then get with the people around the speed you run. You look around at the skinny dedicated runners in first with pity. You wish you had it as easy as them.
Reaching the second mile you realize that every single person has run way faster than they should have. Everyone has terrible pain in their bodies, some people would prefer dying to finishing at this point. You come down a curved hill and see the straight away, and you start to notice people passing you with so much energy. You realize you ran so hard you can't finish the race with the speed you want to. You hear your coach yelling at you to run faster but the pain is to much you practical walk across the finish line with so much happiness in your heart, and you realize that it is the hardest sport in the world.
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