It was the third week in training for my sister Elizabeth in Girls On The Run. I'm so proud of her. I knew I would never ever be able to run a 5k. I was just not fit enough yet. Next week is her 5k, I thought to myself. Next week she would be running a 5k and me standing on the sidelines. Seeing the image makes me feel like I'm a loser. But I know in the inside I'm a winner. Just this Saturday would haunt me the rest of my life. Something I knew I couldn't do but still why do I think about it. I go to bed and all I hear are those popular people making fun of just because I can't run a 5k. I like to just see them do it. Really. Then, I hear my sister chanting "Look what I got! Look what I got! Ha ha you can't run a 5k." I wake up immediately. How do I react to this situation? By 3:00 AM, I can't stop hearing all these bad things in my head. It was Saturday morning time for the 5k. Great me and my ant on the sidelines waiting for my sister and my mom to cross the finish line. I say lord let there be no people I k ow that are popular there or so help me I will..... I stood there wondering what I would do. It was time to hop in the car. I was so scared as a chicken going to a different home.
It was race day and she was ready. Me not so much. Just the thought of ha ha ha running through my head makes me scared to death. My ant says "time to hop in the truck." I tip toe because I know that there's a popular kid in my neighbor hood. You know the spy movies, I ran that fast.
