The other day I was running and running and running and running. I did not feel that well... my stomach was turning and I was hungry but I still decided to run. I could not let my team down. We had to run all the way to the beach. It was the first mile I walked for ten seconds halfway and I felt terrible. I could usually run without stopping. I was still determined. I kept on going. It was a mile and 6 tenths... I felt like passing out. I was the slowest one today. I decided to walk. After a minute I kept on running and walking and running and walking. Nine tenths of a mile later I was almost there. I stopped and looked at the dreaded woodchip road. It was not as nice to run on as concrete. I still kept on going. I finally made it after running and walking. I could smell the salty sea. I was so close yet so far. I wanted to quit. I wanted to fall and throw up. But I didn't I gave it my all and finally made it. When I reached the beach I just stood there in a state of complete awe.
