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CH A P TE R WHEN I’M RUNNING I can almost feel my dad at my side. He’s been gone for nearly six years, but every time I lace up and slap sole to pavement I feel like he’s right there. I can feel him talking about my inner strength and how I will be a world-class athlete when I grow up. That’s part of why I love running—why I’m running right now, pushing myself a little harder than usual to win this race. This isn’t just any race—it’s the final race of the USC crosscountry summer camp. Every winner of this race for the last seven years has wound up with a full scholarship offer. Since USC is the only college I’ve ever considered attending, I plan on winning this race. With the nearest runner almost fifty yards back, I’m not worried. The finish line comes into sight. Dozens of people are waiting—coaches and trainers from the camp, campers who competed in the shorter races, parents, and friends. As I get closer I see Nola and Cesca—my two best friends—cheering like crazy. They’ve never missed one of my races. I’m closing in on thirty yards. Twenty yards. 1
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CH A P TE R<br />
WHEN I’M RUNNING I can almost feel my dad at my side.<br />
He’s been gone for nearly six years, but every time I lace up and<br />
slap sole to pavement I feel like he’s right there. I can feel him talking<br />
about my inner strength and how I will be a world-class athlete<br />
when I grow up. That’s part of why I love running—why I’m running<br />
right now, pushing myself a little harder than usual to win<br />
this race.<br />
This isn’t just any race—it’s the final race of the USC crosscountry<br />
summer camp. Every winner of this race for the last seven<br />
years has wound up with a full scholarship offer. Since USC is<br />
the only college I’ve ever considered attending, I plan on winning<br />
this race.<br />
With the nearest runner almost fifty yards back, I’m not worried.<br />
The finish line comes into sight. Dozens of people are waiting—coaches<br />
and trainers from the camp, campers who competed<br />
in the shorter races, parents, and friends. As I get closer I see Nola<br />
and Cesca—my two best friends—cheering like crazy. They’ve never<br />
missed one of my races.<br />
I’m closing in on thirty yards.<br />
Twenty yards.<br />
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