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I thought this while doing a warm up jog around the track field. I am a freshman. At the urging of Kristin, a sophomore friend, I decided to try out for track. Running couldn't be hard! I used to race with a close friend, and I won all the time. But as I ran around the track field, I began to wheeze. My pace slowed, and I could only watch helplessly as the experienced members of the team ran past me. Looking around, I saw others walking. They must have given up. Thoughts of giving up came into my mind as well... "No! I couldn't give up! It was only the first day!"
The next day was just as brutal. By the third day however, something strange was happening: I no longer felt my legs breaking, breathing became easier, and most of all, I was enjoying it. The running part of the team was divided into two groups: sprints and distances. At Kristin's advice, I went for distance running. Track season lasted about three months, and I could not believe (one would not believe) how many times I have thought of giving up. Discouraging thoughts manifested when we were doing some rigorous conditioning. But they never took over my body; I always persevered.
The next year, I was a sophomore. I looked forward to the approaching spring season; it meant that track was about to start soon. Kristin won't be joining this year, but I had new friends who will take up the challenge with me. My sophomore year of track was better than the first. Thanks to previous experience, my speed improved. Among the girls running distance this year, I was rather quick. There were about twenty of us, and on some running exercises, I was among the fifth or sixth girl to finish.
Running improved my self-esteem. I felt exhilaration, a sense of achievement, and pride every day after practice. I don't give up easily on anything now, thanks to the hardening experience in track. I continue to run on weekends; it is an instant mood booster, and helps jumpstart (should I put a space between the two words? or make it hyphenated?)my day.
Running used to be hard.
I thought this while doing a warm up jog around the track field. I am a freshman. At the urging of Kristin, a sophomore friend, I decided to try out for track. Running couldn't be hard! I used to race with a close friend, and I won all the time. But as I ran around the track field, I began to wheeze. My pace slowed, and I could only watch helplessly as the experienced members of the team ran past me. Looking around, I saw others walking. They must have given up. Thoughts of giving up came into my mind as well... "No! I couldn't give up! It was only the first day!"
The next day was just as brutal. By the third day however, something strange was happening: I no longer felt my legs breaking, breathing became easier, and most of all, I was enjoying it. The running part of the team was divided into two groups: sprints and distances. At Kristin's advice, I went for distance running. Track season lasted about three months, and I could not believe (one would not believe) how many times I have thought of giving up. Discouraging thoughts manifested when we were doing some rigorous conditioning. But they never took over my body; I always persevered.
The next year, I was a sophomore. I looked forward to the approaching spring season; it meant that track was about to start soon. Kristin won't be joining this year, but I had new friends who will take up the challenge with me. My sophomore year of track was better than the first. Thanks to previous experience, my speed improved. Among the girls running distance this year, I was rather quick. There were about twenty of us, and on some running exercises, I was among the fifth or sixth girl to finish.
Running improved my self-esteem. I felt exhilaration, a sense of achievement, and pride every day after practice. I don't give up easily on anything now, thanks to the hardening experience in track. I continue to run on weekends; it is an instant mood booster, and helps jumpstart (should I put a space between the two words? or make it hyphenated?)my day.
Running used to be hard.
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