My body twitches in anticipation. I am pulsing with energy and don't even notice that I'm hopping up and down until I see my friend's eyes following my movement. The way his eyes bounce in his sockets make it look like there in a never ending pin ball machine. So I stop jumping, but the waiting is killing me. "Five minutes until the first heat of girls!" the guy with the clip board shouts.
My jumping starts again and a nervous laugh flutters from my mouth. My friend looks at me like I'm crazy. I smile in return and begin some more stretching. "At this rate your not ever going to need to stretch again," a genuine smile cracks his serious expression as he continues, "You've been stretching for about 30 minutes. I think your good." Unable to talk with the cartwheeling butterflies doing a jig in my gut, I just shake my head and sigh, giving him a small glare. A few more minutes pass with him talking my ear off and me doing a lot of half listening before the clip board guy shouts for the first heat to line up on the track. I hop up from the ground and do an odd skipping thing to the starting line.
Clip Board reads off all of our names and puts us in order. Next he motions for the man with the starting gun so that we can be told the rules for the race. After he finishes with the rules, he says, "Runners take your mark!" We each leap to the real starting line. The man backs up several steps and waits for our nerves to begin popping and cracking with electricity before even placing his finger on the trigger.
BANG!!! Finally the gun goes off and we all leap into action. My legs move fast seeming to be controlling themselves until I finally settle into a smooth pace at the 20 meter mark. I'm caught in the mob of girls trying to catch the lead. Someone from behind steps on my heal and I begin to plummet forward, but I catch my balance and she slides in front of me. Then a left foot catches my right toe as it hits the ground and again I start to fall forward. I almost slam my head into someone's shoulder but quickly catch myself at the last second only to be thrown backward because another girl cuts in front of me about a foot too close.
Finally everybody begins to separate as we each find a steady pace and I quit tripping. I catch up with the brunet about five feet ahead and just stay at her pace, right next to her. After a long time, she gets tired as she continues to try to run faster so that I won't pass her. I slow my pace just slightly so that I can run next to her because it's so much easier to run next to some one. She glares at me. I glare back as best I can with a smile on my face. After about 10 meters of this, she gets really annoyed and kicks my shin so I speed up and pass her, looking for a new running buddy, but I find none.
As my first mile slowly comes to an end, a girl with her hair tied into a short brown pony tail runs up next to me. I manage to huff out, "Good luck." She glances at me and grunts. "What you aren't going to tell me good luck too?" I tease.
"How can you talk, run, and breath all at the same time?"
"I can't. I'm dying!"
She begins to laugh. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts." And then she is in front of me and our little chat is over. I hear the little remains of laughter floating back. I smile and finish my mile only to keep running.
One lap, two laps. I start coughing my lungs hurt soo bad. My coughing mixes with my breathing and it comes out with a weird grunt like sound. A girl comes up beside me. "You sound like a choking lizard."
"Aw, thanks. That makes me feel good." I cough as she laughs.
"Sorry I didn't know I said that out loud..."
"I do that all the time!" We run together for a while and then she speeds up. I'm left in the dust until finally my last lap is complete. I feel like falling over. My lungs are pulsing and it hurts. I finally reach my inhaler and begin to breath less labored.
Later that night, I was telling my parents how hard the two mile was on my lungs and how much I felt like dying. I told them that I had a really hard time finishing and that my asthma was causing a ton of problems. And that's when my mom and dad completely humbled me. They told me that I shouldn't worry about winning all the time like I did the year before. They told me that this year was going to be hard because I am going to have to get used to the whole asthma thing. They told me that I should be doing track to have fun and talk to new people not just to win. I should be doing it to glorify God not to gain glory for myself.
That's when I realized I was being an idiot. I was running to get a medal not to just have fun and talk to people. And I think we all do that sometimes. We lose sight of what truly matter: The real race that we are running to get to God. That is what we should be living for as Christians. Life isn't meant to be used to glorify ourselfs, but to glorify Him.
About the Author:
I am Bridges or at least on here I am. Basically, I am a teen. I have many hopes and dreams, many fears and insecurities that I let hold me back. There is so much that goes on in my life. Sometimes it is a struggle, and that what this site is about.
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