• Cross Country

    by Emily Marien

    Have you ever run until you felt like the muscles in your legs were going to rip, your throat craved water, your face burned, you felt your heart beating in your ears, your chest throbbed for air, or until all you could think about was struggling to put one foot in front of the other?  Have you ever run so much that you would have rather fallen down, broken your legs, passed out, or hit your head on the cement than continue running?  Have you ever measured the steepness of a hill according to how much pain you felt in your legs?  Have you ever been fearful of sand? Have you ever hated the sun, the hills, each blade of grass, and every grain of sand?  Have you ever prayed that each twig, root, divot, or rock you passed moved into your foot’s way to trip you?  Have you ever run so much that every time you pass a spectator, you would give your life to switch places with them?  Have you ever been so grateful for shade that you purposely slowed down just to cool off, at least, until your omnipotent coaches yelled at you to go faster?  Have you ever run so much that when you finally crossed the finish line, it felt as if you had been running for days?  Have you ever run so much that when you finally stopped to sit down or drink some water that you were never happier in all your life?  I have.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on March 11, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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