Feet stuck in mud? No problem
Entering my freshman year at Regis High School in New York City, I knew hardly a soul at the school. I just couldn't wait for winter and basketball tryouts -- that was my strongest sport.
But during the first week of school, a guy in my homeroom convinced me to attend the introductory meeting for the cross country team. I figured it couldn't hurt to check it out. And thus began my four-year tug-of-war with Mr. John Donodeo.
Mr. Donodeo was intense, to ...
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