write me a memoir about winning a marathon. maybe whatever you want! or something !
don't forget senses: how it feels, looks, and taste.
k12 8th grade

Growing up, I always loved running. Using my feet made me feel free. I felt as if i was able to go anywhere. When i used my feet, i was never trapped. About 5 years ago, i started training to run a marathon. I never thought i'd run a marathon. Running was merely a hobby. It never crossed my mind that i could actually take it seriously. When i started training, i realized, truly , how much it takes to run a marathon. It was no longer just running. This was a serious event, and i was going to take it seriously.

And so i did. I trained for a year. Every morning running five miles. Stretching. Hydrating. Staying healthy. It was a lifestyle choice. I've always been a fairly healthy person, even as a kid but this was a change.

After about a year of training, the day finally came. I remember standing in from of the start line and the air crisp. When the horn blew and i was able to go, my feet took off. I just couldn't stop. I felt as if i was born to do this. Almost like my whole life lead up to this one day. This one moment. After about running for 30 minutes, i began to pace myself. I would be sweating and it tasted like salt. There were water stations and i would stop, hesitantly, afraid of falling behind.

After 2 hours, i finally made it to the finish line. I've never felt more triumphant in my life. I looked up at the blue skies and the people around me. I felt good. I was in the top 5 to make it through. People around me were ringing bells and whistling, and then i finally knew what it felt like to be truly passionate about something.

Im in k12 as well. Not 8th grade though. haha

your

made man, i'll never forget

mine is worth far more

these are hyperbolic statements, i hope it

what are you