I just remembered something because the book im reading for school reminded me.

I was in cross country from middle school till my sophmore year in high school. I was never very good, i always gave up because it hurt to run 3 miles and stuff up hills etc etc. Basically i was 2nd worst if not the worst male runner on our team, but i knew i was kidding myself on just being that.
One day sophmore year, i just decided that since im such a great runner im going to run as well as the best runner on our team (who ran 5 min miles) even though for years everyone never expected me to be capable of such a thing based on what they SAW.
This pissed me off since everyone laughed at me and said i wasnt good at running just becuase of what they fuckin saw, so one day i ran like a maniac at one of our meets and came 15-25 seconds behind the 2nd best runner on our team (5:30-6 min mile)
For the next couple of races and practices i was always right behind him. Could never quite keep up because the lazyness still kicked in but for the most part always right behind him.
The only reason i stopped.... was because i gave up... but heres how i gave up.
One day during practice i took the hard road with the cross country teacher and the three top runners. They told me not to come with them as if i was going to slow them down even though i felt like i could run all day, they FORCED ME (including the teacher) not to follow them and to take the easy way with the others back home.
As soon as i got on the sidewalk to the easy path back, i walked all the way back and said "fuck this" because i let them break me. I let their lack of confidence in me and their self centered "dont spoil OUR training by slowing us down" bullshit effect me even though i was doing a good job, instead of it firing me up to beat them it burnt me out and made me give cross country the finger.
After that i came in 2nd to last male runner just like i always did.

The end.

I just remembered something because the book im reading for school reminded me.

I was in cross country from middle school till my sophmore year in high school. I was never very good, i always gave up because it hurt to run 3 miles and stuff up hills etc etc. Basically i was 2nd worst if not the worst male runner on our team, but i knew i was kidding myself on just being that.
One day sophmore year, i just decided that since im such a great runner im going to run as well as the best runner on our team (who ran 5 min miles) even though for years everyone never expected me to be capable of such a thing based on what they SAW.
This pissed me off since everyone laughed at me and said i wasnt good at running just becuase of what they fuckin saw, so one day i ran like a maniac at one of our meets and came 15-25 seconds behind the 2nd best runner on our team (5:30-6 min mile)
For the next couple of races and practices i was always right behind him. Could never quite keep up because the lazyness still kicked in but for the most part always right behind him.
The only reason i stopped.... was because i gave up... but heres how i gave up.
One day during practice i took the hard road with the cross country teacher and the three top runners. They told me not to come with them as if i was going to slow them down even though i felt like i could run all day, they FORCED ME (including the teacher) not to follow them and to take the easy way with the others back home.
As soon as i got on the sidewalk to the easy path back, i walked all the way back and said "fuck this" because i let them break me. I let their lack of confidence in me and their self centered "dont spoil OUR training by slowing us down" bullshit effect me even though i was doing a good job, instead of it firing me up to beat them it burnt me out and made me give cross country the finger.
After that i came in 2nd to last male runner just like i always did.

The end.