Keeping on Track

Running is hard. You don't really think about it because it's just one foot slamming against the ground, quickly followed by the other foot. And repeat. Just constantly smashing your soles against the Earth's surface. Smash smash smash smash.

...But it's hard.

And I'm on the track team.

Why?

Why did I make this decision, you ask?

Oh wait. 

It's because I'm still missing half a credit in PE isn't it.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so slow. Everyone is light years ahead of me by the time I lift my foot over the starting line. And holy shit, boys can be fast. Were you guys born half lightning? Are you time travelers? Escaped lab experiments? Tell me your secrets.

And the worst thing? Well. We have to compete. Against other schools.

Oh my God. No, for all that is holy on this forsaken planet, please, please, please, no.

I can't quit now. It's too late. I just gotta suck it up, I guess. Wish me luck.