I remember winning races in Girl Scout camp when I was 9 and 10 and people saying I was fast. But I also remembered faking a stomach ache the last year of camp so I didn't have to run. I was SO not into running. I was into dance and music and glitter. In eighth grade, my gym teacher, who was also the track coach, started telling me I needed to run track. Something about long legs and hurdles, but I wasn't having it. Did he really think I was going to get gross and sweaty? Nin