高中英语教学：Exhausting exciting.docx

Exhausting, exciting: You always remember your first race I used to hate running. It seemed too hard, and pushing outside my comfort zone was not something I was raised to do. In fact, I wouldnt have become a runner if it werent for my husband Charles. He had been a serious competitive runner for many years. After our marriage, he wouldnt stop talking about how much he missed it. So start running again, why dont you? I was getting tired of hearing about it. So he picked it up again, and after about a year, I figured I needed to get in shape and I asked if I could run with him. Then I started to join him at the track. This was not fun at first. I was pretty out of shape. But I finally got used to it. Just a few weeks later, Charles signed us both up for a five-kilometer race. I hesitated about doing it. It was too soon. But on race day, there I was. The gun went off. Thousands of runners pushed forward. The first kilometer was tough. I dont think Im gonna make it.” I was already breathing heavily and painfully aware of the group of runners pounding past me. “No, youre doing great.” said Charles. He was trying to encourage me, to get me focused on something other than my discomfort. “I can’t. I said, barely audibly. He tried a different way to persuade me. Just make it to that house and lets see how you feel.” After another minute I saw the three-kilometer mark. All I could think of was that I was dying and that my husband was torturing me. Miserable doesnt even begin to describe how I felt, and there was pain, so much pain. You’ll be fine. Youve got less than a kilometer to go．” I rounded a corner, and saw both sides of the street thick with people watching the race, all cheering the runners on. I willed my legs to keep going. Then I looked up and saw the clock. The seconds ticking down gave me courage. I knew that if I actually finished this race, I would have achieved something. So, I straightened up and kicked it I had my arms held higher when I passed through t