It was the seventh week of my junior year in high school. My competitive spirit was teeming with excitement as I woke up at 4:30 in the morning to go sleep on a bus for the next two hours. It was not until the bus ride was almost completed that my conscious mind fully realized what it was about to force my body do. The body’s cries for help took the form of nervous pains in my stomach, yet I continued to ignore them by ingesting more water and salted pretzels. Walking up to the starting line, I could feel my body about to explode saying, “Don’t do this!” but those cries for help came too late.
I was trying to calm myself down. I knew what was about to come next. There was a long silence before I heard the gun fire, sending us in our 3-mile long journey of pain. From there, we ran as fast as we could, like a herd of stampeding buffalo, towards the finish line. Songs such as Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” and Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” echoed through my head as I sought to find a rhythm at which to move my feet. I began to feel the pain of fatigue running through my body, but I could still remember my coach saying, “Pain is only temporary” in the back of my mind. So I kept on running.
After about 15 minutes of exhaustion, I was nearing the finish line; I could see the half-mile mark looming ahead. At that time, I realized, ‘Wow, I’m almost done!’ My spirit was instantly lifted, and I started to pick up my pace. Up ahead, I saw a fellow runner in a black shirt drop back from the pack. From that instant, though he was far ahead of me, I knew I could beat him. When I entered the final 100 meters of the race, the finish chute was formidably welcoming, as it told me my race was almost over, but also that there was still that much more to run. I heard my mom yelling, “No regrets!” Voices from the crowd blended in to one big murmur of shouts and yells, all doing their best to urge you on no matter what color your uniform was. Pondering this, I somehow found the energy to speed up the tiniest bit, just barely pushing myself past that person I had earlier vowed I would beat.
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I had done it! Crossing the finish line, lungs heaving, coughing, I received a card with my finishing place on it as someone handed me a cup of water. That signified the end of my race. Now, while trying to catch my breath, I could finally sit down and relax, while trying not to think about the 5-mile run we would have to do the next day in practice.
I cannot fully explain why someone would want to run cross-country. It seems like madness to put my body through pain for fun, yet I do it anyway. The only way us runners are able to express our madness is through the T-shirts we sometimes buy at the meets, with a saying printed on the back such as, “I hurt myself for fun. Cross-country is only my cry for help.”
One of the reasons I run has to do with the team bonds that develop. Our common interest in intelligence plays a big part in this kinship. Many below average students would simply consider it too “geeky” to tote around a one-legged manikin – nicknamed “Leg” – and using it as their team mascot. Yes, we’re nerds. Our average GPA is approaching 4.0, and the valedictorian from our high school has been a cross-country runner for two years, running. But we’re not solely brains; we like to have fun as well. We host Friday night pasta parties, where we consume ludicrous amounts of carbohydrates in the form of spaghetti with meat sauce in preparation for the meet the next day. The long bus rides to those meets spark interesting conversations about such subjects as Darwinian evolution, World War II, Spanish verb endings, even juggling and Rubik’s cubes. No matter how foreign we are to each other at the beginning of the three-month season, the time we spend together lets us all become friends by the end.
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If there’s anything I have learned from these escapades of silliness and masochism, it’s the values of perseverance and determination. Cross-country has trained me to never give up, and to always finish what I started. Because, just as my mom yells out to me at the end of a race, I will have ‘No regrets’ in life.