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So, that only leaves me with one dream, and that’s to be the fastest female track runner in the state of North Carolina Well, I’m proud to say that I have lived up to that dream I have entered many coazines Yep Treated like a local phenomenon

Anyone I race, I beat

I’ It’s the truth

I started running track when I was five years old My father was a track coach for a private league I re up with his He’d pack three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (one for me and two for him) and I’d ride with him to the track

We’d be the first to get there, always an hour before the athletes and other coaches arrived for Saturdaypractices, and while aited, he’d show

As I got the hang of it, he’d setline, pick up his stop watch, and shout, “Go!”

He never had a destination stop for er I suppose he wanted to see how far I could go and how long I could run without getting tired

By the tiood fit for 100 to 200-h he’d always calledI could run in any kind of race and do well

I won’t go into the deeper details of it, but a 200-er sprint race and a shorter sprint The 200-meter races are some of the best races to watch, especially in the Olympics…at least I think they are They’re quick, intense, and thrilling Maybe I’m biased

This hat my dad put h he wasn’t always patient at tiave up on me

And now…I know I can’t give up on him

My dad died when I was thirteen years old Big car accident Too much rain Slippery roads He didn’t survive That was six years ago, but it still feels like yesterday

When he passed, I didn’t want to run any always reminded me of him, and every time I tried to start, I found myself blinded with tears on the track

Life wasn’t the saot with the process as I got older, I s when he’d wake me up, pack three sandwiches, and take me to the track I missed the way he trained me, coachedtimes weren’t always consistent