No matter what, you should not give up. Running that last half mile is the most painful. The cramps, stomach ache, and the misty black dots in front of your eyes wandering like they are lost in a forest. When I decided to join cross country I knew I would get tired, but I never knew how tired I would get. During the first practice I thought that I was going to die from tiredness. During practice I was able to walk if I got tired so it was not all that bad. I never thought about the meet that was going to happen a few days later. I never thought about getting used to being tired so I could run further and instead I was just avoiding it. The first meet happened two weeks ago on a friday at Fenn, everyone was nervous because we all wanted to win. When the meet started I was immediately last. I was able to pass a couple of kids but they were right on my heels the whole race. I never had a chance to stop and walk, never a chance to take it easy. I was able to stay in front of them until I got three cramps at once. I was not used to running for a long period of time, I never practiced because I never thought much about it. I remember running the last half a mile. I had never ran this far without stopping. I could feel my feet burning, my body was screaming in pain, but I pushed through. I remember telling myself that there was only a little more. Running the last few yards were like running in heaven. I had never been so happy. When I passed the finish line I immediately crumbled up into a little ball. Luckily I had my friends who helped me up and congratulated me on completing my first meet. I was just happy that it was over. If you ever feel like giving up, give it an extra push and keep on going.