Article July 26, 2010 Issue

Olivia's friend shares her story

TAYLOR SCULT

MY FIRST YEAR of running cross-country was extremely tumultuous. During some training runs I felt as light as a feather, while other days each individual foot felt 50 pounds, every step an endeavor.

I have absolutely no idea how my teammates managed to put up with me. As summer approached, for some strange reason, I decided that I was going to run cross-country again. I began running every single day, allotting a half-hour toward my goal. Within weeks, this routine shifted from being a chore to being a necessary, invigorating part of my day. I can credit this change to my best friend, Olivia Krishnaswami, who began accompanying me on my summer runs. While I was still miserably out of shape, unable to talk and run at the same time, I spent a lot of time listening to Olivia while we ran.

Listening was a verb I was unfamiliar with, unlike complaining, angry thoughts, which I was very comfortable with during races.

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