123 School Work

I watched my fellow teammates

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  I watched my fellow teammates enjoy their end-of-the-season candy bars as I stretched in the inner field, still anxiously waiting for my race to begin. Unfortunately, my main event was the 1600-meter relay, the final event of every track meet. After an entire day of watching athletes complete their track season, my nerves were overcome with jealousy as I wished that I, too, could feel the relief that comes only after a successful race. Even minutes from the event, I knew that there were still several potential moments for muscles to be pulled, batons to be dropped, and false starts to be called. The district meet was my final chance to set a record for the year and, thanks to the previous season's injury, establish my athletic ability.
  My apprehension was interrupted with the final call for the 1600-meter relay. After an urgent "good luck," my fellow teammates and I found our spots on the track. I stood with the other third-leg runners as I watched Jenny position herself on the starter. The start gun quickly went off and I watched Jenny sprint into the distance. I routinely began stripping off my sweats and stretching my legs...