A place I know well

Ever since I was in 7th grade, there has been a part of my High School that I feel very connected to. I am talking about my High School track. It may seem weird to be so connected to a 400 meter circle of black rubber, but I have always been strangely comfortable there. The smell of rubber and the feel of wind on my face always bring back memories of the past.

I started running track in 7^th grade and continued to do so all through High School. Our school used to have a gravel track, until I reached Junior High when we got the rubber one. I saw this as a good omen for myself. I have always been a fast runner, but I felt especially fast on this track. I don’t even want to know how many laps I have ran around that track, but all the hard work I put in there made me a better runner and a better person.

This is where I found my running form and stride. This is where I could break free from the stresses of the world and the monotony of High School drama. Every time I shot out of the blocks a feeling of independence came over me. It was just me and the finish line, nothing else mattered. There was a specific race that I will never forget. It was the finals in the 4x100 meter relay of the Conference championships. My team’s main goal all season was to win this particular race. We were seeded as the second fastest team, but that day no one could compare to us. We ended up beating the number one team by forty meters. The adrenaline from that race still lingers in my legs.