Why? WHY?!
Of ALL the sports I could have been blessed with the ability to compete in...WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE CROSS COUNTRY?!
I hate the meets, so. You get this incredibly nauseating feeling in your stomach, and you feel as if all of your strength has left you before the race. And then, on the starting line, you just keep thinking of the 20 minutes of pure, unadultured, HELL coming up. That's a long time to spend in Hell, by the way.
I suppose the end of the race kind of makes up for it. Afterwards, you get this really strong feeling of accomplishment, knowing that you just ran very hard for a very long time. You know that it's over, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. You feel very carefree. I do enjoy that feeling. But, I think I will make the sacrifice of not feeling it when I don't do track XD. That's me, always giving.
I hate the meets, so. You get this incredibly nauseating feeling in your stomach, and you feel as if all of your strength has left you before the race. And then, on the starting line, you just keep thinking of the 20 minutes of pure, unadultured, HELL coming up. That's a long time to spend in Hell, by the way.
I suppose the end of the race kind of makes up for it. Afterwards, you get this really strong feeling of accomplishment, knowing that you just ran very hard for a very long time. You know that it's over, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. You feel very carefree. I do enjoy that feeling. But, I think I will make the sacrifice of not feeling it when I don't do track XD. That's me, always giving.