I dreaded each and every time I had to do the mile run test in school. Every year I barely passed. Maybe some years I didn't pass. I didn't really care. I just tried to survive the dumb thing! My lungs would never keep up, and I just dreaded any time I had to run.
One year in middle school, my dear friend Rachel, who was a pretty good runner, blew her chance at getting a good time and ran with me so I would pass the test. We ran the 1/4 mile track at the school, and she encouraged me all the way, setting marks to run to, and then we would take a walking break. I felt like death at the end of that! I don't even remember if I passed the required time or not, but what she did has always stuck with me.



