Read the excerpt from "raymond's run." every time, just before i take off in a race, i always feel like i'm in a dream, the kind of dream you have when you're sick with fever and feel all hot and weightless. i dream i'm flying over a sandy beach in the early morning sun, kissing the leaves of the trees as i fly by. and there's always the smell of apples, just like in the country when i was little and used to think i was a choo-choo train, running through the fields of corn and chugging up the hill to the orchard. and all the time i'm dreaming this, i get lighter and lighter until i'm flying over the beach again, getting blown through the sky like a feather that weighs nothing at all. but once i spread my fingers in the dirt and crouch over the get on your mark, the dream goes and i am solid again and am telling myself, squeaky you must win, you must win, you are the fastest thing in the world, you can even beat your father up amsterdam if you really try. and then i feel my weight coming back just behind my knees then down to my feet then into the earth and the pistol shot explodes in my blood and i am off and weightless again, flying past the other runners, my arms pumping up and down and the whole world is quiet except for the crunch as i zoom over the gravel in the track. i glance to my left and there is no one. to the right, a blurred gretchen, who's got her chin jutting out as if it would win the race all by itself. which line from the excerpt best supports the theme that "anything is possible with the right frame of mind"? every time, just before i take off in a race, i always feel like i’m in a dream, the kind of dream you have when you’re sick with fever and feel all hot and weightless. am solid again and am telling myself, squeaky you must win, you must win, you are the fastest thing in the world, you can even beat your father up amsterdam if you really try. and then i feel my weight coming back just behind my knees then down to my feet then into the earth and the pistol shot explodes in my blood and i am off and weightless past the other runners, my arms pumping up and down and the whole world is quiet except for the crunch as i zoom over the gravel in the track.