More time passed and my leg continued to get even stronger. I could now walk without crutches or a cane and I got my cast off. I went back to gym and track practices although I continued going to pt so I would eventually be able to run like I used to.
At my first few track practices, I slowly jogged the track twice. After five practices, I started running faster and faster. Finally I was allowed to run in races again.
The big day came. It was both my first track race since the accident and Mike's first race ever. I was warming up since it isn't a good idea to sit still. Mike's race was up first. When the gun blew, I started cheering his name as loud as he could. Slowly, he began creeping forward and passed them all winning the race. He came over to me, gave me a hug, and wished me luck since my race was next.
I walked to the starting line ready to win. The gun blew. I started running as fast as I could. I got through the first lap. Halfway there, I thought in my head. Closer and closer I came to the finish line. I was leading but only by a little bit. Suddenly, I felt pain in my leg as the person next to me shoved past me. I felt down, my leg crying out to me in pain. My vision got blurry and my hearing slowly went away as I saw my grandparents and Mike running towards me.
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Boys, Running, and Ice Cream
LosoweTrack was her everything. She loved the feel of wind in her face as she runs the track. What happens when something unexpected occurs and Isabelle is told she may never be able to run again?
