After I finished my repeats I stood at the starting line of this 400m cinder black track Looking around at how track may be taken away from me. I took in the smell and how I love the smell of track, how the white lanes needed to be repainted, where the exchange zones were, how the long jump runway was short, how lane one there was a rise in the track, I took in the solitude of standing alone on this track and how at home I felt. How natural I become when I'm on a track. The serenity of this is where I belong. I got to thinking of how basically half of my life has been defined by track. I can't imagine my life without track in it, but I may have to. Maybe it's time to find something else that defines me. Track has taught me confidence, drive, competitiveness, leadership, character, faith, and friendship.
It's weird how a sport can teach you about yourself. It's been a big chapter in my life but maybe it's time to leave it all behind. It's interesting to think about how one particular thing can define you and to it possibly being gone. It's helped me grow as a person but now I think I must accept the possibility of it leaving me. Difficult to swallow but it's one that I probably have to accept. I always have my legs ( well knock on wood) and can run, but maybe continuing my passion into the coaching world is just not meant for me. I guess I can always teach my children one day to find the joy in track if they want. It's going to be hard for me to let go of one thing that I've always set my mind on for so long, invested so much time in to become a great coach but I must be prepared to do it. Sometimes opportunities are just not there and can't force them. Just going to be hard seeing how far I've worked to try to get out and become someone to fail.
Till Next Time, (Hopefully won't have to give up my dreams)
Alice
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