Today was my very first meet for cross country. I was dying. Cross country is a lot like life. If you know where you're going, it's so much easier. Like at practice, I know exactly where I'm running and how much farther I have to go. It's easy to run the same distance. But at the race, when you don't know the course, it feels like you're never going to finish. Ever. It's a mental struggle, and you have to figure out strategies in your head. I survived, and I'm going to again next Saturday.
