The day was cool and crisp, a thin layer of snow created a patchwork quilt on the lawn. The crowd was gathered for one reason, to see the race. The racers came to their mark, determined, eyes forward. A little giggle interupted the silent intensity, and the competitors tookk off like...crippled giraffes. CLOP. CLOP. CLOP.
Needless to say, Cole was victorious. You try balancing 195 pounds on those flimsy cups, much less trying to walk, or run a race. But then again, we could all offer excuses on why we can not run the race.
You have a choice. You can throw in the towel, or you can use it to wipe the sweat off of your face. ~Gatorade