george

George was a strong, high spirited junior in high school. He did track for his school, he was the main kid on the team. Everyone knew him, everyone loved him, he helped the team win almost every single tournament they did. With out him, their school wouldn't have been winning as much as they have been these past two years. He was hoping to run track until the end of senior year, but his dreams had now been crushed. His monthly check up with the doctors didn't quite go as planned... They told him he has a heart problem and could only run track until the end of this season, then he's done. Whenever George was mad or nervous he would tap his fingers on any surface that was around him and right now his fingers were tapping simultaneously on the doctors shelf of tools. He ran of the doctors office and got into his car and left. when he got home, he went straight to his room, he didn't eat dinner just straight to his room. His mom came running in less than five minutes later and asked what was wrong. He told her exactly what happened and he could see tears forming in her crystal blue eyes, he looked away. "He said I couldn't run track anymore after this season." She put her pale shaking hand up to her mouth and started crying. "I'll be champion. I'm going to win this year since it's my last year, my last time ever." Georges mom pulled him in for a hug, "I'm so proud of you." She smiled and left the room.
George had a track meeting today with his tea, he still hasn't told his coach about his heart condition because he didn't want to be treated differently. Georges team went out for a run but he sat this one out because he didn't want anything to happen to him or his heart before the final run this weekend. When everyone was done running and they were running, breathlessly back up to school to get changed and go home George got called over, "Hey George!" coach yelled. George jogged over to him, "Yeah, coach?" "You okay today? You're normally the first one on the track." "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired today." George said, lying. "Okay, just making sure. See you at the race Sunday?" "I'll be there." Then George went up to the school to get his car and went home. As soon as he sat down at the table, "How did your run go today? How did your coach take the whole heart thing?" Georges mom asked. "I didn't run today, trying to save myself for Sunday and I didn't tell him yet, I decided to tell him after I run." She smiled and nodded her head, "What do you want for dinner tonight?" "Are we going out to eat, or cooking?" George asked, "Out." "Chinese, I want the same as usual." She left and came back almost fifteen minutes later and they ate.
It was Sunday morning, the most hectic morning around Georges house since last years tournament, which he didn't win. George made sure to stay hydrated and skip out on the practice run which worried his coach a little. While waiting for his turn, George drank Gatorade and watched the others run. It was now his turn to run. He got set, the whistle went off and he darted. His heart was pounding, millions of thoughts running through his head, sweat dripping down his face. It seemed like he had to push himself harder and harder with each step he took, which wasn't normal for him. George was a whole lap ahead of everyone, his heart pounding faster and faster, his feet beating the ground quicker and quicker then he tore through the finishing mark. He made it, he was champion, he won! He immediately drank three cups of ice, cold water, his heart beat went back to normal after a few minutes and his mom, coach, and everyone was cheering him on. After the race, George found his coach, "Uh, coach? Can I talk to you?" They sat down, " So, I have a heart problem which means I won't be running track after today. I didn't want to tell you because I wanted to run this last race." He smiled, "That's true dedication."