It was hot out, very hot, as my 4x800 relay team and I jogged down the track to the start line. The adrenaline was flowing through us now as we prepared for the agony of two laps around the track. I would be running the anchor leg of the relay and it was completely on my shoulders to make sure that no matter what happened we we in the top three places when I crossed the finish line or the season would end without the glory of the state meet. Our first runner stepped up to the start line, it was a miracle that he was even running as just four weeks prior our coach had told him that he was done racing for the season due to injury. Then the gun went off and the eight lead offs were off around the opening turn. The race went out fast, but it always …show more content…
There is no way to describe the pain felt at the end of an 800 meter race. It is the only running race that requires both aerobic and anaerobic training and very few runners ever have both. In my case, I am a distance runner with basically no anaerobic training. Thankfully, I was only 100 meters from the finish line. I cursed under my breath and snuck a peak behind me only to realize that nobody was close to me. But I couldn’t let up. Not now or ever. We had to run a fast enough time to get into the faster of the two heats at state or our chances to get on the podium would be next to nothing. I put my head down and fought through the pain of the last bit of the race. Then it was over. We had won and were going to the state meet. I walked back down the length of the track to where I had left my warm ups and sat down to take off my spike and o put back on my training shoes. When I stood back up it hit me. I went cross eyed and knew that I was going to throw up. It was just a matter of time. I tried to make my way back up into the bleachers to get into the shade and slam back some gatorade but a trash can along the way caught my attention and I darted over to it just in time to spill the contents of my stomach into