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State Championship
Cloudy Saturday morning, no birds to be found. Hiding from the cold breeze hitting the trees. We exit off the bus, relieved to be here. Eight hours till I can be crowned champion one last time. Crowd is covered with different colored shirts, cheering and yelling team names. I look around wondering if I will choke or move on? No better feeling than getting your hand raised by the ref, knowing you are the best.
all gas.
no break
one last run |