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SMILES!! I'm so excited! I finally listened to people and got this livejournal to spill my beans. As my first post, I want to dedicate it to running, something that allows me to escape from reality... (unlike me drugs ;) ). They say, "you run with the best so that you can become the best,” and that’s so true.. This poem sits deep within my heart because it explains running in such a honest way - read on..
The Runner's High
It's no longer sport, No longer just a game.
It has become a way of life.
Every breath is a stride,
Every heartbeat a string of silence.
It is a compulsion from deep within.
It is a passion for glory.
To go through the torment,
To last through the waiting,
To gain that one moment,
Alone with myself.
And only the few
Who chance to strive
Can know the experience.
To hear nothing but breath
To feel nothing but heartbeat.
To feel so much like hell,
Running so close to heaven.
This is the Runner's High.
This is the feeling I live for
This is the goal i strive toward.
If my chance disappears,
Part of my life would end.
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I've got confidence, I know my team believes in me...No matter what the day may bring, I know my team is there for me!
-Anynonomous
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Shoutout to all my former DCHS Lady Falcon Runners~ I LOVE YOU ALL! Cross and Track had both been soo enjoyable with all of you. Thanks for teaching me the basics of running to the basics of catching mice, playing in the bog, to even playng Ding Dong Ditch... I don't know how I had survived without you guys and the running before- It's become my life. I know all of you have worked soo hard this yr: Running with tendonitis, shin splints,sprained ankles, broken feet, achillis, pulled muscles, in the rain, the snow, the 98 degree weather, etc.. i admire all of you sooo much you would not believe. And Remember... Never Forget the good times.....
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I wrote this essay a long time ago in remembrance and honor of my cross- country days at DCHS...
Inspirational Footsteps
"Running makes you an athlete in all areas of life... trained in the basics, prepared for whatever comes; ready to fill each hour and deal with the decisive moment" (Dr. George Sheehan). Every day for two hours, I would suffer along with the rest of my Cross- Country team to get better. My body would tell me I was crazy whenever I ran out in the snow, sleet, hail, rain, or hot weather. Somehow, my imagination sparked up, and a runner's mind set in. During race days, I would run the tears, pain, and blood out as I crossed the finish line. Even as my team would tell me, "in running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say 'I have finished.’ There is a lot of satisfaction in that,” I would push myself at practice to become the best runner I possibly could. I would set my imagination at the start of a race as a mission. I would pretend I was running to heaven, running away from a robber, or I was running to save my life. Every race, just as I sprinted my heart out at the last few feet, I would tell myself that all the pain is only temporary, and the pride of finishing the race would last forever. I knew that only I could determine how good of a runner I would become. I knew the day would approach, but I choose to ignore the fact that one day I would have to leave my high school running days. Finally, that last race came, my very last day running in a competition; yet, the pain of shin- splints, tendonitis, and many other problems overwhelmed me as my body filled with adrenaline. I tried to calm my breathing down to a nice, slow pace so I could go out and run that day, set my final pace, and shine my last away. As the gun went off, I started out strong, while eying the crowd with a quick glance. As the first mile passed, my stride became easy, each leg paced perfectly in sync with each other. As the second mile approached, I realized it all mattered, every little inch, every measly second. I held my head up high, and told my heart to push my body to its extreme. Mile 3 came up fast with a pain strong enough to kill. I tried to push myself, but my legs, they did not move. However, the commitment I previously made continued to intimidate my mind. I ran it hard, all-out, still knowing my team believed in me. Every last stride was filled with my battle, my strife, and my struggle. Past the line and chute I went into a world that still tells me that running is a lifelong sport, a long journey into ones' self.
ALWAYS KEEP RUNNING!
The Runner's High
It's no longer sport, No longer just a game.
It has become a way of life.
Every breath is a stride,
Every heartbeat a string of silence.
It is a compulsion from deep within.
It is a passion for glory.
To go through the torment,
To last through the waiting,
To gain that one moment,
Alone with myself.
And only the few
Who chance to strive
Can know the experience.
To hear nothing but breath
To feel nothing but heartbeat.
To feel so much like hell,
Running so close to heaven.
This is the Runner's High.
This is the feeling I live for
This is the goal i strive toward.
If my chance disappears,
Part of my life would end.
*****************************************************
I've got confidence, I know my team believes in me...No matter what the day may bring, I know my team is there for me!
-Anynonomous
*****************************************************
Shoutout to all my former DCHS Lady Falcon Runners~ I LOVE YOU ALL! Cross and Track had both been soo enjoyable with all of you. Thanks for teaching me the basics of running to the basics of catching mice, playing in the bog, to even playng Ding Dong Ditch... I don't know how I had survived without you guys and the running before- It's become my life. I know all of you have worked soo hard this yr: Running with tendonitis, shin splints,sprained ankles, broken feet, achillis, pulled muscles, in the rain, the snow, the 98 degree weather, etc.. i admire all of you sooo much you would not believe. And Remember... Never Forget the good times.....
*****************************************************
I wrote this essay a long time ago in remembrance and honor of my cross- country days at DCHS...
Inspirational Footsteps
"Running makes you an athlete in all areas of life... trained in the basics, prepared for whatever comes; ready to fill each hour and deal with the decisive moment" (Dr. George Sheehan). Every day for two hours, I would suffer along with the rest of my Cross- Country team to get better. My body would tell me I was crazy whenever I ran out in the snow, sleet, hail, rain, or hot weather. Somehow, my imagination sparked up, and a runner's mind set in. During race days, I would run the tears, pain, and blood out as I crossed the finish line. Even as my team would tell me, "in running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say 'I have finished.’ There is a lot of satisfaction in that,” I would push myself at practice to become the best runner I possibly could. I would set my imagination at the start of a race as a mission. I would pretend I was running to heaven, running away from a robber, or I was running to save my life. Every race, just as I sprinted my heart out at the last few feet, I would tell myself that all the pain is only temporary, and the pride of finishing the race would last forever. I knew that only I could determine how good of a runner I would become. I knew the day would approach, but I choose to ignore the fact that one day I would have to leave my high school running days. Finally, that last race came, my very last day running in a competition; yet, the pain of shin- splints, tendonitis, and many other problems overwhelmed me as my body filled with adrenaline. I tried to calm my breathing down to a nice, slow pace so I could go out and run that day, set my final pace, and shine my last away. As the gun went off, I started out strong, while eying the crowd with a quick glance. As the first mile passed, my stride became easy, each leg paced perfectly in sync with each other. As the second mile approached, I realized it all mattered, every little inch, every measly second. I held my head up high, and told my heart to push my body to its extreme. Mile 3 came up fast with a pain strong enough to kill. I tried to push myself, but my legs, they did not move. However, the commitment I previously made continued to intimidate my mind. I ran it hard, all-out, still knowing my team believed in me. Every last stride was filled with my battle, my strife, and my struggle. Past the line and chute I went into a world that still tells me that running is a lifelong sport, a long journey into ones' self.
ALWAYS KEEP RUNNING!