the night run

before i started running i started feeling really nervous. you know the butterfly that is doing backflips. the night was cold, i had on my workout pants and hot pink windbreaker pants. it worked. i had on a short sleeve and long sleeve shirt plus my wind breaker turned backwards so they could see the white arms. it was twelve thirty when shhe came runningt through the chute. i took off. it felt good, the butterflies dissappeared and my legs felt strong. stronger than before. i focused on the man in front of me, i didnt want to be left ouut in the dark all alone. i felt my pace pick up. then the down hill. it felt good. buut then it got hot. ditched my wind breaker and by two miles i knew this was a good night. by three i felt strong. by mile four i picked up a runner who sped up when i sped up and when i slowed down, so did he. it was annoying. by mile five there was a hill. it seemed to loose the runner with me. my team told me i was sprinting uup the hill. when i roounded the corner to hand off the baton, knew i was strong, i have ran the race i would have picked. it gave me confidence. it made me believe that i want to be a runner. we are now on our last leg i am starting to get the butterflies. do i expect the same results as last night, no. at this point i am so cold and sleep deprived and scary from no makeup that it doesnt really matter. i have done good and that is what i can be proud of.