This is not from me; it's from someone else:
I remember the time I first realized that distance running was harder than baseball. I was the first leg of the 4x8 and I had to race against one of their speed demons. At the first 200, I was gasping and my legs filled with lactic acid. I pulled through in a decent time for myself. I couldn't even see straight for 10 minutes. The lactic acid was eating my muscles away. There was that taste of blood coming up from your lungs in my mouth. I just sat down. I looked and saw my friend's dad giving me a thumbs up, but I still couldn't see clearly. I looked and saw everyone admiring me along the fence. I felt like a f'ing man.
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