Sprinting to the finish line, gasping for air, all I could think about was how I was not going to make it in time. It was the end of the summer, and the start of tryouts for the soccer season. My head coach of many years had always had the tradition of holding varsity tryouts with a few requirements: you must be able to run a mile in under six minutes, and you need to be able to juggle a soccer ball at least 50 times.
All spring and summer I had been training for that one run around the track four times. Countless hours of running many miles around my neighborhood and local track. All the practicing and training had led up to the one tryout run on that early monday morning.
I woke up to a normal early morning routine. At around 6:00 A.M. I