May 3, 2014
Dear Charlie,
Yesterday was our last track meet, and from this point on, it's only going to get harder. It was so hot yesterday and despite the fact that I had froze two water bottles over night, my water was still warm whenever I needed it the most. But even though the weather was too hot and the air was too dry, it was still my favorite track meet of the season. Not just because it was our last one but because our whole team came together in the greatest ways. And I realized, being together is the only thing that really matters.
When you're standing at your lane, and jumping up and down to calm your nerves, 2 things happen. The first thing is that you realize that all of this is real and that you're actually about to race people you don't know. But then second thing that hapens is you remember all of the training, all of the hard workouts, and all of the work you put into this one moment. And then the gun fires.
The world goes numb when you're running fast. Nothing around you matters. And the only things that you see are the other runners and your lane. All of a sudden, that one thing your parents did to make you mad or the comment that some rude girl made to you disappears. And all that's left is the desire to make it accross the finish line.
On the way to the meet on the bus I wrote a sonnet. It has nothing to do with track or anything but I thought you would like it.
You are like the sun after the big storm
drying up the damage that has been done
embracing the cold and giving the warm
which is why when we met, I had to run.
They say never look straight at the sunshine
it'll hurt your eyes and you'll loose your vision
but the problem is, when your eyes met mine
I fell in love without any caution.
Everyday you grew bigger and brighter
and I knew I would have to let you go
but you tried to hold on even tighter
and you ended up weakening your soul.
Which is why when we met I had to run
cause I was that big storm chasing the sun.
Love always, Alia
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