Running around at the speed of sound (not really)
When I first did cross-country, I did not expect to do it for over a year. I joined cross-country because my friend, Evan was also doing it, and at the time, I would just follow what he does (I am 100% positive that in 6th grade, I was willing to jump off a bridge if he did). When I went to the first practice, I went in thinking that racing was like what was describe in the Chinese manga called "Đường Đua Thần Tốc" in Vietnamese (it was the rage in Vietnam in 2012), which was about remote control car racing. Clearly I did not know anything about cross-country before practice. The first practice was also brutal, we had to run 3 miles straight, despite racing was 2 miles. I finished dead last, out of everyone. I felt so miserable and tired that after the practice I took a shower and slept until dinner. During the weeks before my first day in middle school, I improved a lot. From dead last on the team, to being top 7 in the first meet, and I was never not top 7 in my schoo...