My favorite memory from cross country

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David DeClue, Reporter

It was a crisp cool morning on a Saturday, and I woke up with the anticipation of getting my foot on that starting line. Deep down I was nervous but fueled to try my best in this race and the only goal on my mind was to get a new personal time in the 5k. It would be difficult, but it was the perfect morning to do it. It was time to warm up. So, me and my team jogged a little bit. I mainly kept to myself to get mentally ready for the race by telling myself I was going to achieve my goal, and before I knew it, it was time to race. 

 

The gun blew and getting off the starting line felt like an eternity. I told myself I’m in a great spot. I just need to settle in for the first mile. The first mile is always the most hectic and tiring because it feels like you’re sprinting. I approached the first mile, I heard the time was 5:58, I told myself that was a perfect start to this race, but now it’s time you move up. I kept my head up and eyes forward on my next target, I kept passing people and felt better and better the longer the race went on, I knew today was the day I was going to achieve my goal. 

 

Before I knew it I flew by the second mile and now I was starting to hurt. I told myself I can’t slow down. I have to push through. I pushed harder than I ever have in my life, I could see the finish line coming up. I had to act. I had to sprint to the finish line. As I was sprinting my legs burned and cramped, my lungs were on fire and I could feel myself slowing down, but then I could see the timer up ahead. It read 18:48. Seeing that gave me a surge of energy knowing the chance to achieve my goal, I gave one final surge of speed into my legs as I got closer I could see the time changing, 18:52…18:53…18:54. I was giving it my all and I charged through the finish line and all I could think was, did I do it? 

 

I wandered around for a while trying to catch my breath, when all of a sudden my mom came up and told me my time, 18:58. I was ecstatic, my mom was confused and oblivious to what I accomplished so I told her and she still was confused somehow. I went and found my teammates and we celebrated a great race we all had. That was my favorite memory of my years of being in cross country.