Just a couple of hours ago, I ran in the first crosscountry meet of the local season. Only four people from my school, including myself, participated: three guys, one girl. The guys' race was a little more than a half hour after the girls', so there was a little more time for us to warm up and stretch, and for the weather to cool down. (It was pretty hot anyway.)
My team was definitely the smallest out of all the teams; it wouldn't surprise me if some of the other local schools' crosscountry teams were bigger than my high school student body.
We took our positions at the edge of the starting line. When the starting gun fired, I took a slow, maintainable pace because I do not have a lot of endurance. In the next ten minutes or so, I steadily gained positions; apparently a lot of people had burst out with an untenable pace at the beginning. The track was 4 kilometers long, taking us through a lot of forest. (That was nice, because it was mostly shaded.) Near the end, I was very tired, but I never had to drop to a walk. At the very end stretch, I lost a few positions as people used final bursts of speed because I didn't have any strength left to match them.
I finished about 10 seconds behind the first runner on my team and about 30 seconds ahead of the previous. I don't remember my position/percentile in the total pool of racers, but I think it might have been close to the 40th percentile.
I was very tired after the entire thing. Going home and taking a shower was excellent.
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