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First Cross-Country Meet

First Cross Country Meet

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a runner. And when I say I’m a runner, I don’t mean I like to go for an occasional run or I just really love my team (even though I do). Nope. That’s not it at all. When I say I’m a runner, I am implying that I have a deep love for the activity itself and everything that comes with it; even the aches and pains. Running is hard. As in when you finish practices or races, you want to drop to the ground and vomit. That kind of hard. The thing is, running brings me joy like few other things can do. I’m willing to fight through injuries, exhaustion, and 100+ degree weather to continue pursuing that passion.
Why the display running love (verging on obsession) today? I’m glad you asked. My team’s first meet was today, and it was terrific! Personally, I ran a time I was more than happy with. My goal was to run a time of about twenty-four minutes, but I ended up finishing at 22:58. That is a little more than a minute more than my personal best, and for a first meet, I could not be happier! Not to mention the small fact that I am fighting not one but two injuries right now (hips and one of my calves). In other words, once I heal, I am going to be able to do even better. All that in the beginning of my cross-country season.
But onto the larger picture: our team result. The goal of my girl’s team this year is to improve at phenomenal rates, and, hopefully, take down the team that has dominated the state championship for over ten years. I am glad to say that we are off to a good start. The meet we ran at today wasn’t big, but we placed incredibly well, and easily took first place. I am so proud of all of my teammates, especially our new runners who ran competitively for the very first time–honestly, they were more impressive than our top runners! More importantly, we ran for the glory of God. The race itself, for me, was beautiful. The song lyrics going through my head throughout the beginning of the race were simple: “all for the glory of you”, and the words were perfect. There is no better way to run a race than when your focus is on praising God. However, after the race was amazing too. As we were warming down, my friends and I took turns praying and thanking God for the blessings he has given us, and even thinking about it now brings a smile to my face!
I will leave you all with this: my first cross-country meet was great!
End of book quote: “Then he turned into Lee avenue and was gone.” —The Chosen by Chaim Potok

My Take On Football

My Take On Football

I hear about one thing all the time without understanding most of it. That thing is football. As a cross-country and track runner, I’ve never understood the appeal of playing football. Contact sports have never really been my thing; I’m not nearly aggressive enough. Besides, why willingly submit yourself to numerous injuries caused by other people when you could cause injury to yourself more easily? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. However, as I am a girl, my lack of any desire to play football competitively has not been a problem. But my dislike doesn’t stop there. I don’t even enjoy watching football. It just doesn’t interest me to watch boys in tight pants tackle each other or almost get into fights (not that I really go out of my way to watch other sports either). With this in mind, I was incredibly surprised to have had a good interaction playing football a few days ago.
Yesterday, my high school returned from retreat–three days in the beginning of every year designed to bring us closer together. The freshmen and sophomores go to one place while juniors and seniors go to another, which actually works out well. And I have to admit, it was pretty fun (despite the bed bugs that forced all the girls to move into different rooms), and I did grow closer to some people I didn’t start off knowing well at all. So, on that level, it was definitely a success.
Enough explanation, I’ll explain my miraculously good experience with football. On the second day of our get away, we (the juniors and seniors) had the chance to verse each other in flag football. Basically, the girls and boys from each grade verse each other while everyone else watches, creating some serious competition. This year the girls ended up going first, but, as very few of the girls in my class know how to play football, our guys had to step in as our coaches (which was sweet, but not overly helpful because there were a lot of them telling us different things to do and using foreign football terms without explaining them at all). Sadly, we (the juniors) ended up losing to our opponents (the seniors), but that was nothing unexpected. Thankfully, what we lacked in skill was made up by enjoyment. I acted as a substitute and had the most fun I’ve ever had in an activity with my classmates. As an added bonus, the flag football was actually pretty exciting (even though I did get slammed into rather hard by some of the senior girls).
Maybe I was wrong, and football isn’t so bad after all (though I’ll still probably never take any pleasure in watching other people play it).
End of book quote: “The kind that you’ve always known.” —Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin