Dear Earth,
Today I ran my first 10k for the Hers Breast Cancer Foundation, and I still can’t believe I crossed the finish line in first place for my age group. The morning started early and cold, with the sky barely awake and the air full of quiet excitement. As I pinned on my race bib and stretched beside other runners, I thought about what this run meant. It wasn’t just about racing; it was about supporting those affected by breast cancer and honoring the resilience of survivors. Every step I took reminded me of the strength it takes to fight, to heal, and to keep going even when it hurts.
The course was tough. There were moments when my legs burned and my breathing grew heavy, but I kept going. The cheering crowd, pink banners, and small groups of families holding signs gave me energy when I started to fade. Around mile five, I felt the exhaustion start to lift, replaced by determination. I pushed forward, focusing on the rhythm of my steps and the sound of the wind. When I finally saw the finish line, something inside me surged. I sprinted the last stretch, crossing with a smile that felt both tired and proud.
Winning first place in my age group was a surprise, but it wasn’t the medal that mattered most. It was knowing that I ran for something bigger than myself and that every mile made a difference. Standing among the other runners, I felt grateful: for my health, for the people cheering, and for the chance to contribute to a cause that gives hope. This race reminded me that strength comes in many forms, whether it’s running a 10k or fighting through something much harder. And as I cooled down and watched the sunrise stretch across the sky, I promised myself to keep running—with purpose, gratitude, and heart.
Love,
Jessica Ngok
Letters To Earth 