I am 17 years old, and my lungs are on fire. The footsteps on the trail behind me grow louder. I fight to stay ahead. Halfway through the race, I desperately want to stop or slow down, but I can’t. Only one more mile to go.
Ahead I see a log across the path. Perhaps I can trip over it and feign injury so my suffering will be over.
I push hard to pass three people in the final stretch. At the finish line I want to flop onto the ground. I want to puke. Instead I grasp my sides and gulp air like I’ve been drowning.
14 minutes, my fastest two-mile time ever. Still not fast enough for varsity. [Read more…] about Exercise Doesn’t Have to Hurt, and Other Things I Learned the Hard Way