Cross Country

October 21, 2008
By Melissa Sumadchat, New City, NY

I hate it, or I love it.
I hate when I get beaten.
A straightaway I didn't own.
A ski-hill that was too steep.

My kick wasn't strong enough,
Or maybe I didn't eat at the right time.
Maybe I tied my shoes too tight,
That mountain; it hurt to climb.

I'm so sick of courses,
Around fields and lakes.
Traveling to different schools,
Gives me sores and aches.

So much anxiety and so much stress.
How can something I like give me so much pain?
The sport that constantly steals my attention,
But gives me daily strain.

The urge to beat my cousin,
Maybe that girl on the other team.
If it happens, it happens.
But I want my finish to be clean.

Maybe I'm not strong enough.
Or I peaked too soon.
Sometimes I get so upset,
I sit and stare at the wall in my room.

I always blame a bad race on something odd that happened that day.
I really am so tired of Cross COuntry.
I never get my way.

A younger girl belongs behind me,
She's supposed to see my back.
I can't wait until the season's over.
I just wanna run the track!

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This article has 2 comments.

on Nov. 16 2010 at 2:03 pm
true.. . until its your senior year and its the last time you will ever run... then you will beg for it back

PC said...
on Dec. 16 2008 at 1:01 pm
REALLY GOOD!!! RECOMMENDED TO ALL So true, I can relate to you

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