As a child I was unimaginably self conscious about my height. Looking back on it I think it might have been because people would always tell me I was blocking their view, and making me sound like a nuisance. I had pretty much always felt this way until 8th grade when my P.E. coach asked me if I had ever run track. As I walked into the echo filled gym that smelled of socks, and sweat I passed my 5ft tall P.E. teacher, Coach Atkinson, she unexpectedly took me aside and said what every person says when they meet me ‘How. Tall. Are. You.’ For the billionth time I answered 6ft. tall and was about to zone out when she asked me if I had ever considered doing track. I thought for a moment then answered “No, but I think it would be fun, although I am AWFUL at running.” Which is true. To this day I am still AWEFUL at running, but more on that later. After what seemed like an eternity she finally finished her thought and asked me to come to one of the practices. Once again I told her, “I am AWEFUL at running.” She then replied, “Well good! I don’t need you to run, I need you to jump.”
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After an entire day of tremendous worry, and nausea (due to anxiety) I walked into the locker room, and smelled that distinct “locker room smell”, and heard the shouts of the current track members, who had been practicing for months. I thought I would be sick. Since I had just transferred to Oxford earlier that year I didn’t know many people, and only one of my friends did track, but conveniently that was the day she wasn’t able to make it to practice. Of
After an entire day of tremendous worry, and nausea (due to anxiety) I walked into the locker room, and smelled that distinct “locker room smell”, and heard the shouts of the current track members, who had been practicing for months. I thought I would be sick. Since I had just transferred to Oxford earlier that year I didn’t know many people, and only one of my friends did track, but conveniently that was the day she wasn’t able to make it to practice. Of