During warm-ups freshman year, I was lost in the crowd of everyone and afraid to be myself. During the first mile my sophomore year, I eased some of my nerves and started to become myself. Freshman year, mile two of my high school run, I worked on myself and really decided on the person I wanted to be. My senior year of high school, my third mile, was one of the best years to date and leaves me hopeful for the future. The high school "race" was one of the most unforgettable races I have ever taken part in and it is only a small part of the race of my