track.

That was all I thought about in high school. It all started junior year when i decided to join on a whim.we alwasy had these duffel bags and I would always love carrything them around. everysingle day. and when sesason was over, i missed it. It didnt matter if it was heavy, i just loved carrying itc it. it told mpl that i was in track. and i was proud of it and didnt mind carrying it to and fromclass any where. ive never been more passionate about anything in my life other than track. nights like these i think back to it. just like i did in high school during track season, right as i was inb ed trying to sleep. hurdling would pop into m head. it was all i thought about. replaying the races in my mind, in slow motion, plannig out every step and movement to be perfect and exact with perfect timeing and the right technique, imagining myself in that race. becoming mentally prepared. no matter waht, everythimg i imagine myself in a hurdle race late at night, my hearts just starts to race, as if i was there myself at the starting line. ive never loved anything more than those seasons that i was in track. it biult mycharcter, who i am as a person, my teamates where the pppl that molded me to who i am today. they opened me up. it was an experioence. couldnt keep track out of my ind, it was somting that i can be silly while at the same time totallyserious about foused, oh edge. i was ready. the adrenaline always pumps when i really thinka ob it . just lik tonight when i catch myself layingin bed, eyes sclosed trying to sleep. then i start thinking about track and doing hurdles, and iamgineing myself coming back there to baldwin park high school with juan and showing the new hurdle kids a thing or too about hurdling. jennifoo'1 is what htey call meh.i lloved it. i loved that atmostphere, especiallyt hose early morning waking up at six am. i didnt mind it. i ever hated it . everytime my alm clock rang. i woke up excited ready. never ahve i ever dreaded dwaking up early for track. not for track., never for track. those meets. always chill and intense in the same settin. so relaxing to sit back and watch the races go and cheer ur teemates, untill its ur tunr and its intense whem youstart to war up and that ur ready and next to hit the startin line with alll eyes and spectators and ur teamates andall the ppl you know there watching. watching you. everyone.laying all on the tracks. leavinnig al on the track.whatever it takes. coming home exhausted, i didnt mid, suffering from shin spints, limping to class, having to ice and massage my shins every single night till it got better, i didnt mind, wrapping them to class every single day? i didnt mind, i loved it. it was al part of track. part of being in track that i love, sweating under the hot sun, doing warmups together as a team, running, . racing. chillin relaxing lounging aroudn when practice is over. 3.99 pizza compnay after big meetes. just kickign back. banquet making track videos, takeing pricture thougout the entire season just ot ake a montage of the entire season on to a 30 minute dvd during banquet that took more than days to put together. i twas all worth it. and i never minded a bit. sometimes i want to go back. just to see waht it was lik again. but i cant. and its preetty sad, but all i can say is i love track.