As I have stated before, I've been running cross country and track since the seventh grade. Over the years, the sport has become more than just a sport; it's a relationship. I've been committed, in love with what I do, willing to make sacrifices, and have faced challenges within the relationship that have been emotionally and physically draining.
The ultimate challenge came this morning. I resigned from the cross country team at my school. I lost the passion I possessed for 8 years. I've been in denial about this for some time, trying to convince myself that certain changes would rekindle the flame. But this weekend opened my eyes and forced me to face the truth.
After stressing for weeks, feeling sick with guilt and dread the past few days, a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. Making the choice wasn't easy, and my heart and mind are weighed with grief, but I know I have made the right decision.
With endings come new beginnings (how's that for cliche?). I am not done running. Far from it actually. I am only taking a detour. I've got a new course ahead, though I don't know where it leads. I'll keep you in the know. Peace
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