We all got ready at the starting line the gun was raised, it was quiet, the gun went off. (all true) I'm in first for a quick second, a few guys pass me, we go through a series of steep hill that gave the best view of downtown San Jose. Any ways it was a fast.. it must have only been 2 minutes at most we approach the first down hill slope. We passed it then, it was beautiful, everyone including me hugged an approaching curve. Its a small group that quickly disappears, its only me and a runner for Yerba Buena High School, were close to each other we make leg and arm contact I lose my balance for a moment, out of no where he shoulder tackles me. I fly upward, my feet completely off the ground, I close my eyes,I fall hard and slide across the gravel path, I feel a pain on my back, legs and head. I open my eyes the sound comes back to me and all I hear is my brother yelling at the top of his lungs at the runner. I'm left wit a few cuts, scrapes and bruises on my back shoulders and leg.
I still continue the race. After this "incident" or what every you want to call it. I get back up only to realize about 10 runners passed me I lost count of what place I was, but I proceeded with the race nothing could have stopped me from finishing that race. I ended up finishing around 11th and 13th place. But it just goes to show how every is a difficult and sometime it doesn't go as planed. I really am hurting I'd write every detail of the race but I'm in a little bit of pain and homework to finish.
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