I remember the voice inside my head that would tell me to quit after a new race was announced. I was never an athletic person as a child, nor did I appreciate running in physical education. Everything about the outdoors annoyed me the sun, the humid air, and the dirt. Although I knew these factors bothered I joined to run the LA Marathon. It was this experience that created my inner strength. I still remember walking in the hallway when my sixth grade English teacher, Mr. Black, called me over and asked if I was interested in joining the Marathon. He came back with a sign up sheet and observed the amount of people who joined, there was one empty space. “Come up to the meeting today if you like”, he declared. Imagining the amount of people