Sitting here and looking back on my eighteen years thus far, I don’t even know where to begin. My life has been full of triumph, failure, and everything in between. I have grown from a blonde haired, blue eyed, innocent little girl to a brown haired, hazel eyed, mature young lady. My parents divorced when I was only four years old, resulting in never-ending battles over my brother and I. My closest cousin committed suicide last year and not a single day goes by that I don’t wonder what could I have done to change his mind. Months later, my aunt passed away on the back porch with my three young cousins as witnesses. My family and I have been beat up in recent years but I believe it has brought us closer than ever. I have learned that it is not
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There is something inside of me that longs for a physical challenge; therefore, sports have always been a prominent aspect of my life. I tried every one offered at my school but never took a particular interest in any of them. Then, one day, I was asked to join the cross country team. The coach told me that as a five foot, six inches, muscular seventh grader, I seemed like the perfect addition to the team. With no other sport currently in season, I had no reason not to give it a chance. Plus, I was one of the few who enjoyed the jogs that we were required to do in conditioning of all other sports, so maybe I would take a liking to cross country. Little did I know, that decision would better my life …show more content…
However, my body was limiting how much I could actually do. I wanted to be back out there with my team regardless of how weak I would look. With peak performance as a runner seemingly out of reach, I focused my energy on the relationships I had formed with my teammates. I needed something to divert my attention from the images of more and more runners passing me by as my injury continued to slow me down. Instead of racing to the finish line, I found myself racing around the course to cheer on my teammates. If my contribution to the team could not be speed, it would be
There is something inside of me that longs for a physical challenge; therefore, sports have always been a prominent aspect of my life. I tried every one offered at my school but never took a particular interest in any of them. Then, one day, I was asked to join the cross country team. The coach told me that as a five foot, six inches, muscular seventh grader, I seemed like the perfect addition to the team. With no other sport currently in season, I had no reason not to give it a chance. Plus, I was one of the few who enjoyed the jogs that we were required to do in conditioning of all other sports, so maybe I would take a liking to cross country. Little did I know, that decision would better my life …show more content…
However, my body was limiting how much I could actually do. I wanted to be back out there with my team regardless of how weak I would look. With peak performance as a runner seemingly out of reach, I focused my energy on the relationships I had formed with my teammates. I needed something to divert my attention from the images of more and more runners passing me by as my injury continued to slow me down. Instead of racing to the finish line, I found myself racing around the course to cheer on my teammates. If my contribution to the team could not be speed, it would be