Cross Country (XC)

XC is running through the sprinklers with your crazy goofy team Rolling your ankles running hills Cross country means so much to me it’s true Running is all we do School day seems shorter Practice seems longer The sun is shining It’s warmer then it’s colder XC every single moment is worth its weight in gold XC it’s high school’s best story And it’s waiting to be told It’s bleacher 5K’s, well earned PRs And your sport’s punishment Cross country man where do I begin XC we’re rained on during practice and we run with soaking feet XC we get lost on distance runs and say we went out to eat It’s also Basma’s smart wisecracks, also Mariam’s sass And calling Amy the wrong name Courtney going ham, my freshmen children And ab workouts causing us pain Mehak! Oh wait. Maybe I’m going too fast. XC it’s weight room and it’s hard work ‘cause you do it for the booty XC it’s crying at the banquet Cuz your team is just one happy family And I don’t wanna leave First year was longer Last year was shorter I’m gonna miss y’all My eyes are getting warmer XC every single moment was worth its weight in gold XC it was my favorite story thanks to you guys it was told A running high and my team cheering And then that final sprint Cross country man where do I begin (XC) Where do I begin (XC) I promise I’ll visit

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