The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

few jogged just fast enough not to get yelled at.

Marcus ran.

Not showing off.

Not looking around.

Just running because someone had said go.

Coach Brooks lowered his whistle.

He watched Marcus hit the first curve.

Then the second.

The boy’s shoes flapped with each stride, but his rhythm was clean.

His arms stayed loose.

His breathing settled.

His steps were quick continue reading …