It was a sense of knowing I belonged there. I worked with my team every day for months. During those crisp cold mornings, where the dew still hung to the grass and the sun just peeking over the horizon. When it came closer to the point of actually participating in a race I felt great. The races were some of the most fun things I did. But this was not the trouble, no this was only the beginning. A few weeks before the regional cross-country meet I had an asthma attack in the middle of a workout. It was a bad experience my lungs were plum tuckered out. They kept drawing in deep breaths of air. "Your not running anymore today" I remember my coach