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I've heard non stop talk about running from my mom and dad and step mom and step dad and coaches and trainers since I was a freshman. I always blew them off because cross country was never that big of a deal to me; I was never all that good or saw it as a team sport until this past season because we really became a family and it stopped being about winning or losing and evolved into something that will never be taken away from any of us. This season was the last I would have with one of my best friends, Megan. We ran our last race together in November and even though we would always joke about how we hate running or how we weren't any good we both knew that we secretly loved it.

As the season was coming to an end we both started to realize that we weren't as bad as we thought and that we were going to be running in the state meet… together of course. Everyone always joked about how we would always run together and that we would be holding each other back, when in reality if I didn't have her by my side I wouldn't even be able to run in a meet. We pushed each other to run as fast as we possibly could because we wanted to win state; we didn't want to win for ourselves, we wanted to win for each other and for our teammates and our parents and our coaches, but I think we both wanted it a little too late… some would say we ran out of time.