My legs are burning and slowly going numb as I run over hurdle after hurdle. The crowd around me is a blur and the cheers seem distant, far away. I have had a bad start but I am slowly making my way back to the head of the pack. With each hurdle my legs feel more and more like jell-o as I try to maintain my rhythm that will hopefully let my place in the MCAL championship of the 100 meter high hurdles. I am slowly gaining speed and finally I’ve caught up to the two leaders and
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I am right behind them, gaining speed. When I got there I wanted to try something new so I thought “hey why not hurdles, can’t be that hard. His arms swings long and connects with mine. As I jump over the final hurdle I am neck and neck with the other hurdles. My cross country coach told me to try track and field instead of lacrosse for a spring sport. ” I could barely lift my legs straight over it with my muscles so tight. I lose my concentration and stutter step. I give all I can, gather all my energy and sprint for the finish trying to compensate for my lost step. The runner to my left stumbles and has a bad lunge. I cross the line 3rd, but in no way am I disappointed because my expectations were so low that anything would please me as long as I finished.
Back in the race my legs are starting to wobble but there is only one more hurdle to conquer and then the final stretch. Track had always interested my so I decided to go for it. I spent the entire year trying to get my stride down and work on getting a three step rhythm. It was a struggle and all I was ever hoping to do was cross the finish line without falling onto my face.
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