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Have you ever felt like your heart would beat out of your chest? That's how I feel every time I'm on the line before a race. I love to run, but it comes with an extra side on nerves. As much as these nerves try to get to me, a little dose of nerves helped at the line for the first time. And as I may recall, it was the official start of my track career.

Sixth grade started it all, running the four-hundred-meter dash for the first time. Finishing, with a time of a minute and six seconds, I won first place out of all graduating classes that day. I was tired, but excited that I ran a race and somehow won. After that, my times continued to improve. At the end of my seventh-grade year, I was eligible to run at state. I was nervous, but I had the mindset to win. Every day at practice I worked my hardest, until state. BOOM! "The day happened so quick!" State, where I wanted to win the four-hundred-meter dash; and do my best during my other three events. I came in with lots of nerves, but I knew what I came to compete for. Finishing the four-hundred-meter dash, I placed sixth. Sixth place wasn't my goal, but I did become ranked third in the state for the 2019 graduation
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My time hadn't become better, so, I used the fact of being hurt as an excuse. Relating to Jon and his story he stated, "If you respond to pain the wrong way, it makes you weaker, not stronger." This saying truly resonated with me. John was saying,when you look at obstacles as an excuse why you can't do something, you become weaker. Therefor, look at obstacles as a tool. You'll become stronger and come out better than before the setback. Realizing what I was doing, I knew if I wanted to be an elite professional runner, I needed to be true to myself. Freshman year, I overcame the illness with my back. From that point on, I regained my drive and fight again. By the end of my freshman year, I finished with a PR of fifty-nine

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