Monologue

Coming into high school, I had a strong desire to join a sports team. Soccer was my favorite sport. But, having no more of a experience than playing casually with my friends, it was obvious that I could not make the team. I won’t even bother explaining my “excuses” for other sports. So I had no choice but to join the Track team, the “infamous” walk-on sport team of the school. Afterall, you only had to do “one” thing. Run fast. However, I learned, with my body, that running fast wasn’t the easiest thing to do. On the first day of practice, coach made us run a 400M run. He told us to take it “nice and easy”. Back then, I did not know coach meant to pace yourself. So, as soon as coach blew his whistle, I ran as fast as I could, and to my surprise there was no one obstructing my view. Then I thought, “Hey, I am fast!”. How naive I was.  I kept running at full speed and it wasn’t long before I passed the 100M mark. Soon enough, both of my legs pleaded me to stop. I began to feel pain everywhere from the tip of my toe up to my hamstrings. My breathing also started to fail and I began to puff for air. However, I did not stop running. I kept on going even though I thought I would collapse at any moment. At this point, I honestly cant say I was running, I think my speed was similar to that of “crawling”. I struggled and managed to finish the run. As soon as I stopped, everything turned white for about five seconds and I thought I was going to faint. Needless to say, I came in last. To add, I did not know until the next day that walking upstairs from basement of my school to the third floor was such a pain in the @#%.