There’s nothing quite like doing a track workout in the early morning. The smell of wet track blown over by the morning breeze. The pounding of red-dyed trainers reverberating around you. The rapid breaths of your teammates as they keep …
It’s marked on my report cards for every trimester of elementary school: fantastic student. I had a flawless behavioral record—I always sat still in class, quietly paid attention while the teacher was talking and raised my hand before speaking.
I played this game in kindergarten where I would chase the boys around. Not tag—if I caught them, they’d just take off again. I don’t remember exactly why or how this game began.