Sizzing up the girls, I figured the blond lean muscular one Lori, to be the alpha runner, top dog. We hurried down the hall and entered the womens locker room. She pointed to a locker. “Change and go through that door to the field. I’ll watch for you.” Alone and glad of it, I changed fast in case anyone barged in. Betty Garrison waved from a distance. A bunch of faces greeted me without smiles.What the hell did I expect?” Me, the competition. This would be my tryout. She assigned a lane on the track to each of us and yelled go. I ran with the fear of Dad chasing me, ran as if I’d never before and kept running and never heard the coach shouting my name, calling me back. I ran until she drove up next to me in a golf cart and said,”Stop. You made the team, Charlie. An offer to drive me back. I turned around to see the school in the distance and woods ahead. I accepted the ride. The Coach wanted to know if I used the image of someone chasing me to get into the zone. I said, No. I just love to run.Big fat Lie. I’d been running for my life all my fifteen years.