Track began this week! Part of me hates the idea of track, but another part loves the stretch of my muscles and the sound of my heavy breathing. In Out In Out. Track is the one sport that I participate in where my success or failure almost all depends on me. I vary between absolute adoration and total hatred for the sport and the pressure it puts upon me. But because of that pressure, I know what it takes to be the best. In order to succeed at track I have to give it my all. I have to push past the pain and find strength I didn't know I had when it seems as if I am (literally) running on "E". Lastly, I have to keep my eye on the prize.
The things I learn on the track are also really valuable life lessons. When snobby girls are saying hurt full things, I HAVE have to push past the pain their words cause and remember who I am. I cannot let them get the best of me. I have to keep my head held high and find the strength within even when all I want to do is cry and hide under the covers for a few days. Not only does track require me to preform at my best, but I also have to do my best when it comes to my school work, my relationships, and my quest! A gold medal finish is what I strive for when it comes to a meet, but in Life I strive for happiness and in my quest I strive for a greater level of self-confidence.
My hope is that even after my Quest is over, I can use the lessons I have learned from this and past track seasons to remember the things I have learned from my thirty days. I don't, after all, want to lose all the confidence that I have worked so hard to achieve.
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