The life of a track child

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.