Discus Ring Short Story

I can feel the heaviness of anxiety in the air as many of my opponents await to hear their name to be called into the discus ring. One by one ,each girl goes into the disc ring,exiting grinning excitingly or walking out with their head hung with disappointment.I hear many of the girl’s instructors lashing out at them for mistakes they made, hoping the could fix the problem before their next turn .Soon my name was called and as I thought I could go up there and win it all with my strength I soon found out that I was completely wrong, because I was lacking a vital attribute .
I left the ring knowing that I did not give my best and for some reason it was like it did not bother me. I walked with my throwing partner back to our locker room where I changed out of my uniform,I kept telling myself everyone has an off day to keep me from worrying about what just happened out there in that discus ring. I pulled myself together and walked out holding my head high ready to embrace and answer the question I was about to receive millions of times, “How did you do ?”.Out of all the times I got
I was so angry I camped out in our locker room the rest of the night refusing to talk to anyone and refusing to accept the fact that I was not focused. I was determined on accepting it was because I had an off day and my coach could not see that everyone has an off day. When the meet was over we gathered to pray and talk about many of the accomplishment of the day and many of the failures, by that time I had a good four hours to calm down and forgive my coach for what he said. In that time span I had a lot of thinking time also, soon I realized maybe he was right maybe my focus has been somewhere else this year and not where it needed to