pre write? free write...

Friday, September 4, 2009

Pre-write? Extreme Free-write....

I'm gasping for that next breath of air, trying to trudge my way through this murky forest. My heart now in rhythm with the stomp of my feet. I could feel every beat, and I felt as if I lost breath with every step. I was wheezing, andthis musty forest could not spark my lungs. The piercing cold numbed all my senses, and I was caught in a nebulous state.
I had never once figured my self for a runner, but I was on the cusp of being one of the school's finest runners. I was never forced to do this sport. I wasn't scouted by our high school coach to come out and run. I was simply a boy with a change of heart. I disliked the high school football coach we had, and I was too short to go anywhere in football anyway. So a friend said, "Cross Country would be fun." I agreed.
My coach's caustic tongue was piercing my ears with every word he shouted. I wasn't in first, but in some way, the team depended on every single person to make it out of this semi-state run. Our coach's perception of this race was more than just 7 guys out to run circles around a high school for 20 minutes then go home proud. This was Oak Hill High School's last stand to prove what we were capable of all year....