Reaching the Finish.

So, here is the end to my cross country career. My first run to my last. It is all a blur, but the best blur in high school. It is crazy how the people who surround you can make such an impact on you. To turn a monotonous, perfunctory, paining sport into a daily, cherished routine is testament to the relationships we formed and will keep through the rest of our lives. Even though we are all from different cliques and parts of the school, they are the people I am the closest with. It was an honor to be a part of something as boring, long, monotonous, painful, demanding as well as something as crazy, fun, hilarious, interesting and worth while as running. I know that even though I lamented my first run and asked myself, "Why are you doing this?" I now know why. I run because I loved my team and I loved the sport. It was one of the only things I had to work my ass off to be good at. It was the one thing that made me fall on my face and heave with pain. It was the one thing that was so addicting, so painful, but so rewarding that I would be a fool to quit. Running is not just a sport. It really is a way of life, and it took me 'til my last race to realize it. I took advantage of the sport. I would never take any of it back. I will never forget my last race. I will never forget my team.

 

Pictured: crossing the finish line and giving "shout outs" to the running gods. :)

Done