The love I carry is partly a result of skill, partly a result of experience. It’s deep, like the ocean that surrounds us. As much as it would fit to say my love for sports will continue as long as the island stretches, it’s probably not a good comparison seeing as Kwajalein is only three miles long. Nevertheless, the size, restrictions, and boundaries Kwaj contains never hinder my passion for sports, but rather enhance it. Sports and athletics have had such an impact on my life, I can’t ever see myself stopping. Without my love for athletics, I would never have learned half of the life lessons I live by today. If I didn’t play volleyball, I wouldn’t know failure. It exists. It was horrible, gut wrenching, this failure. But how would I deal with failure in my future without experience? How could I deal with rejections from jobs or failing a driving test
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A game that could lead us to the championship? That answer, is motivation. I found this attribute through my love of surfing, a sport that is so demanding and grueling in a completely different way than I had ever known. I found this passion, drive, late in life. But not too late. The love hit me like the break of a prevailing wave. It happened at around 4:00 p.m., soon after school. I was in tenth grade. My first time surfing I realized something major. It was hard. Probably the hardest sport I have ever attempted. I experienced wipeouts, cuts, bruises, broken equipment, and so much more. But not once, did I ever feel like stopping. I got a board. I bought new swimwear. I bought film equipment. I got a new love. And with the love for this sport came motivation. The high of riding a wave, the rush of the drop, the feeling of success after a wave undoubtedly outweighed the wipeouts and falls and coral run-ins. My entire future depends on motivation and discipline. My thirst for surfing has taught me that sometimes the benefits outweigh the
A game that could lead us to the championship? That answer, is motivation. I found this attribute through my love of surfing, a sport that is so demanding and grueling in a completely different way than I had ever known. I found this passion, drive, late in life. But not too late. The love hit me like the break of a prevailing wave. It happened at around 4:00 p.m., soon after school. I was in tenth grade. My first time surfing I realized something major. It was hard. Probably the hardest sport I have ever attempted. I experienced wipeouts, cuts, bruises, broken equipment, and so much more. But not once, did I ever feel like stopping. I got a board. I bought new swimwear. I bought film equipment. I got a new love. And with the love for this sport came motivation. The high of riding a wave, the rush of the drop, the feeling of success after a wave undoubtedly outweighed the wipeouts and falls and coral run-ins. My entire future depends on motivation and discipline. My thirst for surfing has taught me that sometimes the benefits outweigh the