Hadn’t my grandparents always said, “nothing worthwhile comes easy”?
At the track and field events, I earned each of my awards and ribbons. I’d raced along, my eyes on the mark. Momentum building as my arms pumped with energy and my long legs pounded the grassy field. The warmth from the sun’s rays kissed my face, and the breeze caressed my long, flowing hair. My mind, clear and free from worries, centered my concentration one goal: crossing the finish line.
We took our places and lined up in a row, waiting for Coach’s command.
“ON YOUR MARK . . .”
Nerves hit the pit of my stomach.
“GET SET . . .”
I willed my mind to focus, my eyes fixed straight ahead.
We were off. My foot slipped; two of us bumped. I regained momentum, pumping my arms, elbows high. I needed to pace myself or I’d run…
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