My Running

                                   Dear Readers,
                                                   Yesterday I was at my travel soccer practice and we were doing suicides(also called ladders): where you sprint to one ball, sprint back and touch the ground, sprint to the second ball and sprint back, e.t.c. Well of course, the first time I messed up cause my shoe lace was untied, lesson learned. The second time we did it I was in fifth place. I KNOW I am way faster than my body demonstrated with the suicides. So, in a full field scrimmage( our field is pretty big, specially since we are a U-13 team. ) the forward came sprinting down the middle field. She had got past my middle and left defender, and at the time I was on someone else. It was my time to shine, I was angry, I sprinted and when I was sprinting I felt like a cheetah, gaining speed with every stride, locking my eyes on the target. I didn't hear or see anything around me but the girl and the ball. I got back there and  got the ball, and felt satisfied. Here's the thing, when I am in a race, I am half the speed as on the field, on the field I am twice as fast. I don't know why, I just am. You can't make a cheetah run a race, but you can watch her run in the wild. I love cheetahs, they inspire me.Sadly they are being wiped out by, you know the answer, humans. Not just poaching, also building thousands of homes and villages taking THEIR HABITAT!

                                                                         (Sorry that this isn't about animals or world really)

The basis of all animal rights should be the Golden Rule:  we should treat them as we would wish them to treat us, were any other species in our dominant position.  ~Christine Stevens

                                *>Abby Elise<*