Memory #105

I ran track for the first time during my freshman year. I always felt bulky and slow. I dreaded track meets because they embarrassed me. Once, I waited hours for my event to come. I decided to fall asleep on purpose so that I would miss the event. When I woke up, teammates questioned why I missed out. "Well, it doesn't matter. I would have come in last place anyway," I stated. The best runner on the team scolded me for having a horrible attitude. I remember her disgusted eyes.