Izzy Barr, Running Star

1
Izzy Barr retied the laces on her running shoes. Once the laces were nice and tight, she finished her jumping jacks. Mr. Tipton, the Franklin School P.E. teacher, wouldn’t let Mrs. Molina’s third graders start running until they had done some exercises to warm up. Izzy knew this was important, but it was hard to wait.
“All right, Miss Izzy,” Mr. Tipton finally told her, grinning. “All right, everybody. Now it’s time to run.”
Izzy took off around the track that rimmed the school’s athletic field. Two of the boys in her third-grade class-Simon Ellis and Cody Harmon-were only a bit behind her. Izzy’s two best friends, Kelsey Green and Annika Riz, were way behind them. Kelsey loved reading, not running. Annika loved math, not running. But in Izzy’s opinion, everyone should love running-or at least like running-especially on this cool Friday morning in May, with its gentle breezes urging them on: Faster! Faster!
Then someone pulled ahead of Izzy. It was the only person in Izzy’s class-girl or boy-who was faster than she was: Skipper Tipton.
Skipper Tipton: Mr. Tipton’s daughter. Izzy picked up her pace.
Skipper picked up her pace, too. Finally, on the last stretch of the school track, Izzy pulled ahead of Skipper.
They finished the lap with Izzy just one step ahead.
Whew!
Maybe Izzy would be the fastest runner on third-grade Field Day at the end of next week. And then maybe she’d be the fastest kid her age in the citywide 10K race held on Memorial Day, just three days after Field Day. A 10K race was long-10K meant 10 kilometers, which meant 6.2 miles-but not as long as a whole 26.2 mile marathon. Still, definitely a very long way.
Izzy had been training hard for the 10K race for almost two months now in the Franklin School Fitness Club, coached by Mr. Tipton, as well as doing longer runs on the weekend at home. But Skipper Tipton was training hard with the Fitness Club, too. And she had a P.E. teacher and running coach as her father.
Izzy’s father wasn’t a teacher or a runner; he was a foreman in a factory just outside of town. And sometimes he didn’t even come to her races or softball games because he was too busy at tending the sports events of her half brother, Dustin. If only her dad would come to Field Day and the 10K race to see her cross the finish line both times first-ahead of Miss Skipper Tipton!
At least Izzy had come in first today. She couldn’t keep herself from grinning.
As if to show how little she cared, Skipper tossed her long blond ponytail.
Then Skipper’s face brightened with satisfaction as she stooped down and made a big show of retying the laces on her shoes.
Izzy stared at Skipper’s feet. “You got new shoes!”
Skipper’s new shoes were the coolest, most beautiful model of running shoes: bright blue with silver arrows along the sides. Izzy had wanted a pair exactly like them forever.
“They cost a hundred dollars,” Skipper said. “My dad bought them for me last night at the mall. He said they’ll make me run even faster.”
Izzy looked down at her old, scuffed running shoes. Well, they weren’t that old or that scuffed. But they were discount-store shoes bought on sale. They were dingy gray, not bright blue. They didn’t have any silver arrows.
“Your new shoes didn’t make you run faster today,” Izzy couldn’t resist pointing out.
“They’re not broken in yet,” Skipper said. “But they’ll be broken in by Field Day. And definitely in time for the 10K race.”
Skipper smiled smugly and retied her already perfectly tied laces one more time.
Annika and Kelsey finished their laps, walking at the end, not running. Izzy was grateful to have an excuse to leave Skipper and go over to join them.
“Skipper has brand-new running shoes,” Izzy told her friends as they plopped down on the grass to rest before practicing some of the other Field Day events: long jump, high jump, softball throw. On Field Day there would be other just for-fun things, like a goofy race with kids bouncing along on huge hoppy balls, but Mr. Tipton didn’t have the kids practice for those.
“You’re still a better runner than she is,” Kelsey said, pushing her straight brown hair back from her face.
It wasn’t true, but Izzy was glad Kelsey had
said it.
Annika fanned herself with the end of one of her long blond braids. Annika’s hair was even longer than Skipper’s. “I bet she’ll brag about her shoes all the time,” Annika said.
That was true.
“Look at Mr. Boone!” Kelsey said then.
Izzy could hardly believe her eyes. Finishing the lap around the track last of all was their school principal.
He must have joined the lap partway through; Izzy hadn’t seen him at the start of the run. Mr. Boone was chubby, and he was wearing his regular principal clothes-suit and tie-so he looked silly puffing along behind everyone else. But Mr. Boone never minded looking silly. He had shaved off his big, bushy beard once for a school reading contest. He had let himself be dunked twenty-seven times at the school carnival. Now he was pretending to train for Field Day.
When he puffed across the finish line, far behind even the slowest students, he clasped his hands together and raised them high in a victory cheer.
The kids all laughed. Everyone loved Mr. Boone.
“Keep-on-running!” Mr. Boone gasped. Izzy knew he was acting more winded than he actually was. He mopped his brow with his handkerchief. “Go-Mrs.-Molina’s third-graders!”
Then, giving a final wave, he jogged off slowly toward the school building, his tie flapping.
Izzy planned to keep on running, even with her old, uncool shoes.
The only trouble was that Skipper Tipton was going to keep on running, too.
And Skipper had brand-new, bright blue shoes with silver arrows.

2
After P.E. class, Izzy fell in line for the water fountain. When her turn came, she gulped down huge mouthfuls of cold water.
Back in their classroom, it was time for language arts. Their classroom teacher, Mrs. Molina, looked impatient as the stragglers wandered in from the water break.
“All right, class,” she said, once everyone was seated. “I want to tell you about our up coming language arts assignment due next Friday, a week from today.”
On the chalkboard she wrote two words: Famous Footprints.
Izzy copied the words onto a blank page toward the end of her language arts notebook. She liked the assignment so far, from the name of it. She liked anything to do with feet! And it was appropriate that the Famous Foot print report happened to be due on the same day that the third graders were having their Field Day.
“Each one of you will pick some famous person whose footprints you’d like to follow some day,” Mrs. Molina went on. “If you’d like to grow up to be a scientist, you could pick a famous scientist like Marie Curie. If you’d like to be a musician, you could pick a famous composer like Beethoven.”
Izzy could pick a famous runner!
Skipper would probably pick a famous runner, too.
Mrs. Molina continued. “You’ll get a book from the library about your famous person and read it. The more you learn about your famous person, the more you’ll know what you need to do to follow in that person’s footsteps.”
She held up a piece of paper on which she had traced around two large shoes to make the outline of two footprints.
“I have blank footprints here for everyone. When you’re ready to do your report, you’ll write some of the things you learn about your famous person inside these footprints. Then next Friday we’ll hang all of them in the hall way outside our room so that everyone can see what inspires each one of us to be the best we can be.”
Simon raised his hand.
“What if our report is too long to fit inside two footprints? Can we write the rest of it on regular paper? Or on extra footprints?”
Simon’s reports were always the longest and the best. Izzy giggled to herself as she imagined twenty or thirty footprints marching from Mrs. Molina’s room down to Mr. Boone’s office to contain Simon’s enormous report.
Mrs. Molina shook her head. “Just write enough interesting and important facts to fit inside the footprints.”
Simon looked disappointed.
Cody raised his hand next. Cody’s reports were always the shortest and the worst.
“Do we have to fill up both footprints?” he asked.
“I’m sure you can find enough material to fill two footprints, if your person is famous enough, Cody,” Mrs. Molina replied.
Cody looked disappointed, too.
The class lined up to walk down to the library together. Izzy bounced in place as she stood in line between Annika and Kelsey. She liked going anywhere more than she liked sitting still.
At the library Mrs. Molina helped Izzy find a biography of a famous runner named Wilma Rudolph. Izzy had never heard of Wilma Rudolph; Wilma had died before Izzy was even born. The back of the book said Wilma Rudolph had been the fastest woman on earth despite having a foot twisted from a disease called polio.
Izzy hugged the book. Mrs. Molina might be a strict teacher who didn’t like long water breaks, but she knew how to find a good book.
She saw Skipper holding a book about an other famous woman runner: Jackie Joyner Kersee.
Izzy hoped that Jackie Joyner-Kersee wasn’t a faster runner than Wilma Rudolph.
Annika found a biography of Albert Einstein; Einstein used a lot of math to make his scientific theories.