Chasing the Baton

Chasing the Baton — page 3
ONEONE S l ow Motio n Eight pairs of spikes click-click-clicked on the red rubber track Eight runners churned legs and arms rushing along the backstretch My teammate Adam was just inches ahead of me I thought he would have left me in the dust by now Not today Adam and the other eighth graders demolished me in most of the workouts But halfway through my first middle school race I was on the verge of a win I could feel it Kick hard I told myself as we rounded the turn You’ve got this Less than 200 meters to cover now In half a minute I’d be done I reached deep for more speed Blow past these guys But suddenly I had nothing left My legs were 4