All throughout middle school I was never very good at sports but I still went out for them. So, when my friend asked me to do cross country with him freshman year of high school, I figured I might as well try it. The very first day of practice we were told to go on a four mile run. Before this day the farthest I had ever run all at once was probably about a mile. During the run I started to walk, but an upperclassman that had been running for some time came up beside me and ran with me the rest of the way back, encouraging me the whole way. For a reason I didn’t understand at the time, I kept coming to practice every day, and before I knew it I was hooked.
In running, the toughest opponent is not another runner. The adversary is within you. During a race your body is screaming at you to stop, but you know in your head that stopping would hurt much worse. That’s one of my favorite parts of running, the self-conflict. If you don’t run well that day or you have a bad season there is nobody to blame but yourself. It’s about the time you put in and the amount of effort you put out. From running, I discovered what kind of mindset and determination it takes to reach goals I never thought I could possibly reach.
At first I’m like:
Then I try to explain, but they still don’t get it: