wake up. 4:30 AM
I stumbled out of bed and got to work with preparing myself for the upcoming battle.
The morning passed pretty quickly and soon I found myself eating my four slices of toast. They had grown kind of soggy (well just less toasty and crisp). I imagined all the energy present in the toast I was consuming. 
Then, there I was. on the starting line. and before I knew it we were off. I quickly assembled a strategy in my head-- run the first mile and secure a place, challenge others and myself on the second mile, and then race on the third mile. The whole race was tiring, challenging, and very difficult. Around the start of the second mile, I specifically remember thinking "why in the world do I do this!?". I also remember a little voice in my head saying something like, "you really are a bad racer. I don't even know why you do this sport. you're just have no competitiveness and no drive".
but for once in my life, I didn't let those voices conquer me.
WOOOOHOOO it's gonna be a good season.
*sidenote*
sorry about the frequent use of paint drawings in my blog posts.
It really is just an excuse to keep me doing something other than applying to college/finishing my homework...
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