Even Michael Johnson once crawled.
(my co-captain on my track team in an attempt to be insperational)
When I’m out on that track, stadium lights shining on me, the crowd’s shouting drifting into oblivion, my heart beating like a drum, I feel powerful. When rain pours onto my exhausted body during a workout with 9 400s left, I feel strong. When the sun beats down on my body during the hardest run of my life, I feel humbled. Running is the only thing that has made me feel powerful, strong, and yet humbled all at the same time. And maybe that’s why I love it so much.