I miss it. I miss that feeling I get when I’m running in a race. The gun goes off and I get this strange feeling. I start off with a spurt of energy. One mile passes and then I’m overcome with the rush of adrenaline, picking others off one by one. Then another mile passes and it’s time to pick up the pace. I’m tired, my legs are burning, but I don’t realize it and I just keep going up and down the hills like they’re nothing and I just feel like I’m on top of the world. The last mile and I finish with a sprint; it’s over so fast. And then I feel tired af but it’s a good tired. I miss cross country races so much…especially the ones I ran in pouring rain…