I always envied his natural athleticism. Next year, we both took admission in a middle school. For the best runner the school decided the most coveted prize.It was the trophy of honour, something to be displayed to admire. He readied himself for the chance to achieve this prize. But we discovered something else. Just after the announcement of the tournament, he had a surgery on his left ankle. He tried to be steady as soon as possible but he slumped to his bed, his unrequited loyalty towards the spirit of running drifted from his mind like windblown cotton.
"The school organization already dismissed me as a competitor. I want to see you to take part in the running competition." Finally he said.
I said nothing. Most of it was fear of defeating. I was not going to risk my prestige for the competition. But my family members and neighbours supported him. They were expecting my participation. How could I deny them?
"I will loose the competition! You are taking the wrong decision." I cried out.
"Trust yourself." "You have to participate, you have to run at a right angle to swing your feet in the wind." My friend said proudly.
I positioned myself at the spot where my friend used to start his running to reach the other corner as fastest as he could. I prctised a lot and readied myself for the competition.
It was the eerie moment when the competition started. the muscles of my legs uncoiled, necks craned, eyes crinkled. A lot of runners started running. Only two of them remained ahead of me. I tripped over one of my shoe laces and fell, pain battered my legs. My family members were clapping,whistling and chanting me. I heard my friend's voice,"Run! Run!"
I hobbled and suddenly I felt defeated like when my friens used to defeat me in the race. Without wasting any time, I decided to sprint as my willforce achieved some sort of inner compass to reach the winner spot before other racers touched the rope. I beat them and threw puzzled look at myself how did I win the race?