Second place: A different kind of winning

I wasn’t supposed to be in first place. I’d never been in first place that late in a cross-country race. Perhaps I’d never been in first place in a race at all. But there I was, suddenly in the lead, with just a mile or so to run, and I wasn’t tired or struggling. No, I ran in a way that can only be described as triumphant. I had a burst in my step, an assertion in my stride.

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