“I am not a quitter... I am not a quitter.” With sweat dripping down my whole body, my foot took a monstrous step into the mud pit and displayed the results. The sun cooked my vulnerable arms while I exited the woods with my muddy feet. Following the faint noises of the crowd and my teammates, I managed to find my way out of the woods. My pounding heartbeat plugged my ears and all I could hear were my own taunting thoughts. Can I finish? Is it over yet? Come on, I am not a quitter. All summer, my friends and family encouraged me to do cross country. “Come on - get involved! Be part of a new team!” They insisted. I ignored them, being the stereotypical teenager, I thought I was right. How did they know? They didn’t do cross country, I thought... but didn’t say. About three weeks before school started, I caved in and went to a practice with Sam. She as well had mixed feelings about it, like me. Waking up bright and early that morning, I …show more content…
Being able to accomplish this difficult and crucial meet, put a giant, ear to ear smile on my face. It didn 't matter to me that I wasn 't first or that I wasn 't super fast, just completing the race was my goal, and I made that happen. Although I didn 't listen to my parents initially, I realized that they were right. This season of cross country let me figure out that I, as a matter of fact, enjoyed it. It encouraged me to step outside my comfort zone and help me meet different people. This season was so much fun, I intend to run cross country for the rest of the years I 'm in high school. My parents always ask, “Do you like it? Is it what you thought it was going to be?” The answer is always yes. Looking back, I have figured out that my parents are my biggest supporters, and know what is best for me. I am glad I listened to them because it led me to cross country. One of my goals is to focus on improving my personal times. Cross country has shaped me into a stronger athlete, a supportive teammate, and ultimately, a