Ellie grabs the baton. She goes off at a steady pace. She focuses on her breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. She hears Adam cheering for her, but she can't hear what he's saying. She's too focused on the run at hand. She's finished the first lap and she starts running a little bit faster. She meets the 200 meter mark. Now Ellie's all out sprinting. Noise is everywhere but she can barely hear it. Only a few meters more. Suddenly, it's over.

Ellie collapses onto the track. She hears a male's voice telling her to get up, but she can't. Someone grabs her arms to lift her on to her feet. A woman hands her a popsicle stick with the number 1 on it. She very carefully makes her way to a white foldable table. A blond woman behind the table takes her stick. She writes something down on a piece of paper in front of her.

Ellie wobbles away from the table. As soon as she is a good distance away from it she collapses to the ground. Reagan is suddenly next to her, reaching out to give her a water bottle.

Ellie takes the water bottle, but before she can take the cap off, her stomach starts hurting. The OMG I'M ABOUT TO THROW UP, kind of hurting. She fakes taking a sip of the water so no one thinks she's weird.

Adam, Rachel, Monica, and Kelsea are hovering over her, saying words of encouragement.

That's when her stomach starts spasming. The Cliff Bar she ate before running is not gonna stay down anymore. Bile, Cliff Bar and everything else comes up all over someone's shoes. Adam's shoes. Adam backs away instinctively.

While everyone is trying to comfort her, asking if she's ok or if they should get her mother, she laughs. She laughs and laughs and laughs. Tears of joy stream out of her eyes as they all chuckle softly with her.
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I'm going to Washington D.C. with my family next week, it will probably be 2 weeks before I can update again. We're camping so there won't be any wifi. 💕🍞