I collapse on the ground exhausted. Regret spreads within me. Why did I think I could run in this race without giving up? I stare at the orange track, as I get up and walk away, avoiding my family who are probably watching me with wide angry eyes. My Mother will be shaking her head disappointed. My Dad might be shaking his fist, and my little brother Toby could be playing with his stuffed crocodile, oblivious to my defeat. I keep walking, staring at the long track. People run past me with their arms up. They’ve finished all their laps. I still have two more to go.