Come in second

Speaking of running....

By the time high school rolled around the teachers saw me run the mile in gym and recruited me for the cross-country team.

see the ribbon in my hair? Yeah, I was still a wild mustang, but people could get close now and brush my scraggly mane.

I was still running just to run.

highest finishing was 7th. usually, I placed in the teens. I was a good solid team member.

My senior year the next to the last race the coach came to me and said "I need you to come in second"

I nodded and buried my face in my letterman's jacket and tried to disappear.

That afternoon I came in second.

As I crossed the finish line, I saw a WHAT-THE-HELL look on coach's face.

Later I learned he meant second for the team.... not the whole race. bwhahahahaha.

Yup all they had to do for years was tell me where to be and I'd be there.

I was just running because it was fun.

...and I would sell my soul for one last run....sigh.