My First Track Medal!

I had my last winter track meet, this past Saturday. It went from 7am to 6:30 pm, basically taking up my ENTIRE DAY! But it was worth it, i ended up winning a Bronze Medal in a 4x200m relay race (4 people, each run 200 meters). Before my last race (which was the relay) i had ran a 600 meter (i ran it pretty good too!), i ran a 300 meter (meh, i did good, but nothing special), and then i had my relay race (which i did fantastic in!). I know this is really irrelevant, but my dog, Little Bear, just licked my plate clean; he licked all the salad dressing/pasta sauce AND he ate a bunch of bitter lettuce and tomatoes that i pushed to the side! Wow, he must really love his greens! Anyway, back to my story! I had ran my 600m, and then decided to refuel. I ate some edamame and drank LOTS of water. Little did i know that those two things would give me the worst tummy ache ever!  Next up was my 300 meter, i was tired, exhausted, and i thought my stomach was going to explode! I ran it anyway, being the trooper i am! I decided to refuel, but only on water; because i now know what food does to my stomach before i run! Finally i thought i was going to pass out; my eyes were drifting (so was my mind), my stomach was going to erupt, and i had a terrible head ache. I absolutely did not want to run! I could not do it! I groaned, moaned, and whined, but one way or another, i HAD to do it! My teammates gave me the most inspiring pep talk ever! They meditated with me, we did breathing exercises, and they basically calmed me down and took most of my cares away! My stomach was still rumbling, while i waited as the third leg of the race. My teammate comes sprinting, full force, and hands me the baton! I run, as fast as a i can. The pain, worry, and aches go away, as i try to focus. I make the first turn when i here someone scream at the top of their lungs "COME ON, RUN FASTER!". I knew it was directed towards me, so i picked up my pace and ran for my life! My heart was pounding as i could see our anchor, our last runner! We were doing fantastic, but i still had to complete my mission. My heart was racing, my arms were pumping, and my face scrunched up; this was what training was all about. I pushed my body beyond its maximum, and i handed off the baton. Our last runner sped around the track like road runner. Her body cut through the air, in an almost, effortless way. And there we had it, our bronze medals! 

All the pain and agony was totally worth it!

-Pippa