What I Live For free essay sample

I tear through a sea of people, trying to get to the front. The runner in front of me stumbles, his shoe catching my shin. I feel the pain smoldering in my leg, but I don’t glance down. My vision focuses on the next guy. â€Å"Atta boy, Sammy! Catch the next guy, keep picking them off!† I barely hear my coach’s encouragement. I am pushing myself, reaching for my goal, and finding a new limit †¦ cross country.