AnonymousComment

Tough Love

AnonymousComment
Tough Love

Oh my darling Cross Country,
Why do you so torture me?
You make me suffer over hill and dale
And yet my love for you will not fail

I give you time and sweat and blood,
And buy you spikes that fit like gloves.
And yet, week after week, at every race,
There's another hill you make me face.

I feed you carbs - pasta and bread,
And run until my legs feel like lead.
And yet, as if my love's denied,
Each November your mud makes me slip and slide.

For these reasons, every spring,
I break up with you, I have a fling.
But though more pleasant is my mistress, Track,
To you, my true love, I always crawl back.

- Anonymous

almostdidntrunAnonymousfrom high school to college running, injury, changedsports, soccer, baseball, ankleinjury, disorderComment

Running to an end

When I started running it was because of soccer. I ran for fun in the fall while playing soccer and then played baseball in the spring. When I began I never would have thought the impact it would have on me.

almostdidntrunAnonymousfrom high school to college running, injury, changedsports, soccer, baseball, ankleinjury, disorderComment
Running to an end
AnonymouskneeinjuryComment

Running Sucks... Or so I thought.

Running sucks. Or so I thought. Since my dad and my older siblings ran it was pretty much expected of me to run too, so when I was I middle school I hopped on the train and oh boy was it tough. I constantly struggled and quite honestly I hated it. I was the slowest person on the girls team during cross country (granted I would still finish top 20 most races) and I even had the chance to go to the state meet but I didn’t take it because I knew that I’d probably finished around the last girl.

AnonymouskneeinjuryComment
Running Sucks... Or so I thought.