The race had just begun, I was already dying only 200m into the race. I pass the half mile mark, then the one. I was half way there, I passed the one and half mark. 800m to go I would tell myself. I could see the finish line, I gave it the rest I had. It was over, I had finished it.
I then had to walk through a long chute at the end. I drank at least three cups of water. Then I hear everybody, cool down. That meant that we had to run at least another mile and a half. This is what happens every saterday if you run cross country.
I then had to walk through a long chute at the end. I drank at least three cups of water. Then I hear everybody, cool down. That meant that we had to run at least another mile and a half. This is what happens every saterday if you run cross country.
Yeah, I know right, running sucks. The only fun part about Saturday was cheering you on whenever you were on the homestretch. This post was exactly how it was like on Saturday. I don't think the horn sounds like "baaaaa" though.
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