It was a hot noon at Central Park,
the easy ups were pitched in the grass and along the small spaces of shade that
existed. We all waited anxiously for our turns to go up to the line, to prove
ourselves for the last time. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. My mouth was as dry as the desert.
The hot summer sun beat down on my shoulders. I stood waiting, readying myself
for the signal from my coach. The team and I had warmed up earlier, I had felt
shaky the entire time. We were called up to the start line, we said a prayer
hoping for everyone’s success we got in line, tense, silent, I looked over
briefly at the other schools, but I knew better, my only competition was
myself, to not give up or give in to the nagging in my head that was sure to come
in the following minutes.
“BANG” the racing gun shot out. I
took off sprinting down the hard dirt trail. My legs and arms were pumping in
rhythm, “left right left right left right” I mentally told myself. I came
around the first mile the clock read 6:15, seeing my teammates paces in front
and behind me, we ran as a pack, we wanted to the whole race, but not all of us
could keep the pace up. First it was John, then Bob, and then I fell behind, I
couldn’t keep up the breakneck pace. “Not fast enough,” I muttered to myself,
speeding up, signaling to my teammates behind me to keep pace with me, to try
to stick together, pushing ourselves to not fall behind any further. I saw
other racers pass us, one by one, we tried to stay with them, and managed to
pass a few, but our energy was fading
fast. The two mile mark was nearing, 12: 45. We were invigorated by our falling
time, we began sprinting trying desperately to catch up to the group ahead, but
our limbs were too tired and our breaths too ragged. We set our sights on the
the finish line, a few minutes, seconds away, I was falling behind, my
teammates urged and pushed me to keep the pace, “just a little longer” they
promised. John pointed a few yards ahead of him, a pair of runners, “we can’t
let them beat us.” With one last burst
of effort and determination we ran to catch up, John passed me on the last
little hill, he beat the pair, Bob and myself managed to pass one on the final
sprint to the finish line. 19:02, 5 seconds from a personal record, minutes
away from contributing to the team placement, but it was over and we had run
our hardest.
My heart hammered in my chest, my
lungs sucked in the dry air of the day, hurting with every breath. I felt like
throwing up, I walked with slow and deliberate steps focusing on not moving to
violently, I needed water and shade, my shirt clung to me from sweat and my
knees buckled with my steps and my legs shook when I stood still. I felt
someone clap me on the back, I accepted a water bottle from a blur and sat
down, I waited and drank slowly, we still had a cool down lap to run. Countless
hours of practice, before school, after school, during the summer had all
amounted to today. Invitational and league races had prepared us for the
pressure of the race. Teammates had encouraged us, laughed with us, trained
with us. Coach had talked to us, yelled at us, encouraged us, unified us. We
had become a family.
This race had been my first league
final in cross country, and sadly my last because I joined cross country in my
senior year. I had originally joined the summer training to be with friends and
find a way to get in better shape, but I grew to enjoy running greatly. It gave
me a way to connect with my dad, he participates in a yearly relay race at
work, and I made new friends. Running also was an escape from stress, I could
run and not focus on anything but my breathing and the floor ahead of me. Even
on the worse running days the training wore me out enough so I would be able to
come and fall into effortless sleep. My time of the team showed me what it
truly means to be committed to something, and also gave me perspective and a
newfound respect for the student athlete, especially the runners, who day in
and day out, rain or sunshine (or in our climate, wind), would show up to run
and loved every second. It was truly a privilege being able to be part of the
team and I really missed out my other years of high school.