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Greater lawrence, pass him, Sprint. So i finish on the floor dying couldn’t breath properly so i deep breaths and needed water my mouth was dry. After the race was over needed time to process like what happen in the beginning i knew we’re going to face greater lowell next week needed to be prepared for the time being. I needed to fix on my start so i don’t have to be the hero. I need to work on is my breathing it didn’t go so well and how to keep a pace with someone so i won’t lose the guy and cost the team some points if i do that well i’m gold. I needed to workout my legs so they won’t hurt during in races. The most important i have to do is keep my body calm and mind during the race next week. I knew in my next race it’s not all about having speed and it was mostly having a good mentality. So i work on a one week later race against greater lowell again i have done better which i did before at least i had the knowledge of the course to back that up it was a great

I waited in anticipation for the line of people ahead of me to slowly shorten. When we finally arrived at the front of the line, the room seemed to be spinning, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Hoping this feeling would pass soon, I leaned on the desk.

The official comes back over to explain the rules. Then he states, “On your marks, step up to the white line; when I say go, you may start.”

Applying my leg, we stepped into the trot. I felt the movement of the trot through my knees and into my heels. It was nice to have such a smooth movement to follow.

I was on the track running my laps and ruminating on the victory I had just attained. My next match would determine who would win the war. As I ran, a light sweat lathered my body,

Before I knew it the Starter pointed his gun high and fired. Across the starting line from both sides I felt runners storming off, as did I. I wanted to take a smart approach as I planned I would. The first mile quickly came up and I was advancing my place further to put myself into a positive position to finish. A mile and a half into the race overall I felt relaxed  and was still moving up passing runners. Next the second mile came up and I was starting to struggle as were some runners close by. Additionally hills were to come in the next mile and a half and I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I knew If I stopped then slowed down, I wouldn’t satisfy myself. Eventually I made it through the hills along with other struggling runners. The last part of the race came and as soon as I made it to where I had about 400m left, overall I gave it all I had in the moment so that I finished in excellent standing with myself. As I gave it all I could I passed a few runners in the process and as a few passed by as well. Finally, after several minutes of trying to catch my breath I finally

I closed my eyes, exhaled as much as I could, and pushed. Face first, I was thrown against the first gate. My thoughts threatened to permeate

The starter yelled, “ On your marks. Get set. BANG!” All the JV girls took off. Starting out with remarkable pace, I thought this would be my fastest race.

I could feel my legs straining with every step my lungs were being weighed down by cinderblocks sweat was stinging my eyes, but still I refused to show weakness. “you can do it” painfully croaked out of my throat not sure if I was talking to myself or the person running next to me coach's face shoved its way into my head I felt the terror all over again as I heard him say today you're going to take chase up Weir.

I would sit on the bench for a few minutes, go in, then come out in the last ten minutes. I didn’t like it much, but hey, what are you gonna do?

A human barrier was formed on both sides, creating a velvet green corridor. The finish line looked strangely closer than I knew it was. One last check at my laces. My spikes were extensions of my body, as they snugly enveloped my feet.

I was escorted to the balcony, with Jax sitting and watching the two below us. Nobody was in the arena, so the echo of the speaking counting down to the beginning was a little unsettling.

"Get up." I bolted up, running again. This continued for what seemed forever, me begging my body to keep running even though it was worn out and I had no energy left.

The anxiety before the race, the encouragement from the team, and the anticipation of the firing of the gun. I take a step to the starting line. Boom, it’s the firing of the gun. I sprint to get my pace. The pack of runners separates. It’s two laps to go, and my lungs are gasping for breath. Finally, the last lap, and the bell rings. I tell myself, “you have to give it all you’ve got.” The change of pace, then it’s the 200 mark. I see the girl in front of me. I know I can catch her, but it’s going to take courage to lay it all out there. The increase of pace, it’s a dead sprint. There isn’t anything left to give. The wind is brushing across my face. I’m closing in on her. It’s all so close. “I’ve got her though,” I tell myself. I leave her behind me, and it’s a new P.R., 6:35.

The last contestant had finished: the applause, loud and threatening, called me into the ring.