Give Thanks on this Precious Day
How many times have you pleaded your teachers to raise your grade from a 92.3% to a 94.1 % just to see that solid A printed on your report card? How many times have you bugged your parents to upgrade your phone to the iphone 5s even though your phone is in pretty good condition? Or how many times have you thanked the little miracles and challenges that you encounter every day? I’m sure many of us could relate with the first two questions, but a chunk of us are unaware that the last question exists.
Imagine What Life can be at the End of the Tunnel
“To infinity and beyond!” These words remind me when my sister I use to create various tunnels in our room to our secret movie theater made out of fluffy blankets. Our all time favorite movie was Toy Story. We pretended to be in a movie theater so we dimmed the lights, and had an array of food, like: crispy ranch sprinkled popcorn, fresh fruit, and homemade chocolate covered macaroons. We also loved to perform concerts for our family. I remember for one christmas eve, my sister and I dazzled our faces as reindeers and woke my parents up with christmas carols. Among all our goofy ideas, our number one thing to do was to pretend we were famous stars going to our dinner room table for dinner. We use to curl our hairs, wear glittery make-up, and dress up as Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez. We even pretended we had paparazzi following us by taking silly flashes of one another. As I look back at all these memorable laughs and giggles my sister and I shared I am sadden because I realize how quickly we grow and leave our imagination behind. As a matter of fact, when we grow older we free ourselves from thinking as kids as we adapt to real-life obstacles and experience overwhelming stress.
Conquer, Believe, Resist
As I took a deep breath, my heart raced and I knew it was time. I was standing on the white line and in moments would be on the other side where everything would change. I said my last prayer, closed my eyes, and walked out of the world for a brief second to only hear the boom drive my mind to the end.
I opened my eyes and got prepared for the biggest meet of cross country, Mount Sac. This course was full of dirt hills, switch backs, and long speedy strides. Before it all started I was surrounded with the joyful screams of all the other teams doing their typical cheers. As soon as I heard the gun shot, my legs moved as fast as I could in order to pack together with my team. Once I lost the discomfort of my breath I was challenged yet with another problem. I looked right next to me as a girl tripped and vigorously dropped to the crispy pavement ground, which caused every other girl to stumble like a domino. Before I knew it I became startled when I saw the ground five inches before me. I slid on the blacktop and felt my whole face flush. My mind went blank for half a second, and then I realized I was racing and my team needed me to continue so that I scored this race. I quickly lifted myself up and tried to hunt my team members to reach them on the other side. While I shifted my mind to the race again I faced the burdensome of the switch backs, which was a hill after a hill after a hill. These first hills made my legs instantly fatigue and full of pain; my body kept telling me to stop, but my mind said keep trying your almost there. With every step I took I perpetually told myself that it was only a step closer to the finish line. Just as I trotted through the last switch back I gently let go of my body as I stumbled down the hill and encountered the cheers from all the other school’s teammates as well as our own. As I pushed my way through the other girls I came across the notorious “poop out” hill; the hill that makes every girl loose motivation to make it to the finish line. It makes your legs sore the minute you start the steepness of it and is where most girls begin to dwindle due to lack of water and strength. Once, I glanced at the hill I reminded myself of all the mileage I had done over summer and all the race pace lappers I did during the year to pace up this hill with a solid motion.
First mile of Mount Sac course