Cross Country

So my life is completely going down the drain. While running a race yesterday I thought, "Hey, it'd be a great idea to blog about this later on". Yeah. My point exactly. For those of you who don't know me too well, I run cross country. I hate running. With a very deep passion. I lvoe cross country with the same amount of passion as the hate. Maybe even more. It's this crazy thing. A lot of times when I tell people that practice that night was hard and I'm exhausted, they ask me why I don't quit. The answer: I don't give up easily. Most people pass me off as a very passive person. Just for the sole reason that I try not to get into a lot of issues. They're kinda, sorta, really wrong. Cross country is a brutal sport. There's a saying "My sport is your sport's punishment". So true. When you're running a race or a work out during practice there's a point where the thought, "Can I even do this?" crosses your mind. It's at that point that you have to make a decision, to stop and go home, or endure the pain, finish the race, and get stronger and be filled with pride for such a crazy accomplishment. I like to think of cross country as the sport where you feel like accomplish something you think is impossible everyday. It branches out to other aspects of life as well. When the going gets tough in life, you learn to push through it knowing that you'll get stronger. I love cross country because it's a life changing thing and the team is like a family to me. I guess this paragraph is the product of too much free time on a sunday. Thanks for reading