Adventures of a marathon girl

There are moments as a runner when you see the backside of your entire crew the entire race. It is those days, when push comes to shuff, that you will value that same crew even more. You keep going because you have to, because giving up is just not an option, because you can smell the finish line even when you're miles away. Yes you will probably hate yourself for being the slowest one in that crew, you will hate the feeling of all the effort that you've put into that race and not seeing the results but you keep going anyway because you are a runner. Because this time you get to eat the dust but you haven't forgotten the times you stood there watching your buddies finish and feeling their anger, disappointment and pain. You remember those times and you know with all that is you that they will be there. A true crewmember knows what it feels like to just not have it in you that day. It is okay to cry, to kick dirt around, to just shout out horrible words and spit on the flo

She waited as the crowd was getting ready for a fight. In the midst of all the noise she tried to find him, doubted if he would be there but she knew better. At first his voice was barely audible but it was there. Like a summer breeze blowing through the dry leafs of an elm tree. Whispering. 'Are you sure?' he said. His voice quietly touching her cheek, speaking to her the way she remembered him. She smiled. Planted her feet firmly in the ground, straightened her back, loosened her shoulders and shook her head. 'You can't' he said and than everything went quiet. The serenity of the moment calmed down her breathing. This is it! NOW! The first two miles hit her like a barrel of bricks and for a minute she felt like Paddy after writing his sicknote. She leaned on his voice asking her 'why are you doing this again? What are you trying to proof by doing this? You're not like this, you are not tough enough'. The crowd hurdled and pushed her forward. Even if