George

George, a strong athletic kid, ran around the track. His feet soared with little effort. This year he would be champion, or so he believes I thought to myself as I watched George finish.  His run and stated to walk it off. I waited in the wings so not to show George what I can really do and what real running is. My best mile time last year was 10:41 his was 6:32. No one thought that I could make that gap up except for me. With track starting next month and my average time was 5:12, but George's best time was 4:50. This was a lot to make up in a month I thought, but I think that it was just a lucky spike because his average was 5:06, which was do able in one month. The only reason I had made such a difference in time is because I had goals, and one of the major goals that drove me was to beat George in a race. I hated George. I hate him because he is always stuck up and always thinking he is the best, and well that was true, but it will not be for much longer. This is my year. This is my time. I was going to surprise everyone on the first day of practice. They had seen me since last track season, and sure they had seen my legs getting longer and sure they had seen my body get less fatty and more muscular but none of them thought my time could jump like that. The coaches that tried to predict our times at the beginning of the season thought that my time would be 9:21, they underestimated me. They thought that I would only shave only 1:20 off my time, boy are they off! On the other hand they predicted George's time at 4:30, so unless George works till he dies like I have then the coaches will be underwhelmed. I look around the track for George and I see him walking away from the black, asphalt track. I prime my timer to time me as I rush down the hill to rush around the track. I come to a stop at the entrance of the track and look around to make sure that no one sees me. I walking to the fence ring that surrounds the track after knowing that no one watches me. I press the time on the timer and drop it taking off to be free, to feel the air rush through my hair. Lap one passes in a flash and my legs feel like they are flying and the burn has not come yet, very good. Lap two doesn't slow one bit if anything I just get faster, no burn yet either. Lap three passes the same but the burn starts to rise up my legs. I can see the end of lap four, the burn is powerful but I push through because this too will pass. I cross the line, running through it and then stop. I turn around and pick up my stop watch and take three seconds off the time and that gets me 5:04. Victory so far, but we both still have a month.