I was 400 meters from the finish line when my legs stopped working during the State cross-country race. In a moment faster than I could imagine, I watched my dreams crash helplessly to the ground. Lifting my face from the dirt, I looked up and saw my dad's face.
I was the fastest runner on my team, and I was supposed to make it into the top fifteen. We had been working towards this race for three years. It was everything to me, and it was everything to my dad. He was a runner and was proud of my success in running.
He made it to every race, even flying home early from business trips to see me run. He pushed me. He cheered for me. He believed in me. We pounded miles and miles into our running shoes, marking with every step the path to greatness. It was a dream passed on from one generation to the next.
I'll never forget that day. It was hotter than normal—too hot. I waited for the gun to fire. This was the day we had waited so long for. I glanced at the crowd; dozens of familiar faces from school came into my view. They had come for me. I saw my dad set his watch, worry and excitement appearing on his face. Adrenaline(肾上腺素) flowed through my body, and the race began.
For the first 2. 5miles, I felt great. I'd never been so ready for something. Determination focused my mind and guided my steps. As in all of my races, I didn't start out in the front. I loved the feeling of passing people as my endurance(耐力) overtook their premature speed.
Without warning, my strength began to disappear. My lungs fought to take in enough air and my feet became stuck. I still don't know what happened in those last few moments. Neck and neck with my greatest competitors, I could see the finish line, but nothing I could do would make my legs hold my weight. They were as weak as cotton.
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I watched in pain as runners rushed by me.
My dad looked at me and said, "You could never disappoint me. "
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