Sweat was pouring down my face.
The hill almost looked like a mountain,
and water was not an option at this moment.
Walking was needed to get up this hill,
so I walked.
Closer and closer to the top I got.
Reaching the top of the “mountain”,
opened up a canvas of beauty…
Lush, green fields of crops with spraying pivots cooling the plants.
Rolling hills and with busy traffic on the highway,
although the traffic could not be heard.
A slight breeze was blowing through and rustled the leaves in the nearby trees.
You could even see beyond the horizon.
Cross Country practice didn’t seem like an eternity anymore,
it felt like an adventure in an unknown land.
- JesusLover1
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