A Faithful Finish

Don’t you just love running?” Sophia asked Emma as the girls sat tying the laces of their shoes. Emma focused on her shoelaces and didn’t answer. All the fifth graders were training for the school’s mile race that would take place in a few weeks. “Let’s go!” Sophia jumped to her feet and ran to the starting line. Emma watched Sophia’s athletic body glide across the lawn. Emma stretched her legs out in front of her and reached to touch her toes, but her fingertips barely passed her knees. She sighed. “Why does running come so easily to everyone but me?” Emma thought. Emma was tall for her age and broader than the other girls. Whenever she complained about her body, her parents would say, “You’re strong and healthy, and that’s what matters.” Still, Emma always felt awkward when she participated in sports. “Are you coming, Emma?” her teacher, Mrs. Isabella, called. Mrs. Isabella was always encouraging. “Yes, I’m coming.” Emma walked to the starting line. The race began. Emma tried to push herself so she wouldn’t be the last one to the finish line. But then she had to stop and walk to catch her breath. When she crossed the finish line last again, Mrs. Isabella told her she had done a good job. Emma didn’t think coming in last was a good job. Breathing heavily, Emma plopped down on the lawn. She thought about how embarrassing it would be to finish last in front of the whole school. If only she could finish before just one person. But then she realized that even if she beat one person, someone else would feel as bad as she had. Maybe she needed a different goal. Emma decided that what she really wanted was to run the whole race without stopping to walk. Even if she finished last, she wanted to finish the race running. Each day at practice Emma tried not to think about the kids ahead of her. She focused on finding a pace she could keep up for the whole race. It felt good to work toward a goal that wasn’t measured against anyone else. As the weeks passed, Emma walked less and less until one day she didn’t walk at all. She ran across the finish line. She was last, but that didn’t matter. “Good job, Emma!” Mrs. Isabella said, like always. Then she added, “I saw that you ran the whole way today.” Emma grinned. “Yes! That was my goal!” The day of the official race came. Running at her own pace, Emma crossed the finish line in last place. Afterward, medals were given to the top finishers. Emma cheered for her classmates, happy for them and satisfied with her own accomplishment. Then Mrs. Isabella held up a trophy with a star on it. “I have watched Emma for several weeks during training,” Mrs. Isabella said. “She is not a fast runner. But Emma set a goal for herself and worked consistently to achieve it. I’ve appreciated her determination as she worked to win a race that was only with her-self, and for that I would like to present to her this trophy—the Spirit Award.” Mrs. Isabella handed Emma the trophy. The audience cheered. Emma could hardly believe it. She had been so worried about finishing last in front of everyone, but now they were cheering for her! She realized that by setting a worthy goal and working to achieve it, she could finish last and still win.

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