Faliure

The day I failed track & field wasn’t when I broke my foot or lost in the finals. It was a year later, after my physio was done, I went on a jog, put on my spikes and was about to do a couple hill sprints.

I had talked to the coach at U of A, and he said If I can get to a flat 11, we would be able to work something out. It was in the summer of 2023, I had went to a track meet, got a time of 11.77 which was slower than my best time, but I knew a come back was possible. A couple days later, I was doing my training alone, but this time there was no one to impress, no one caring if I did track or not, no actual meets, just me alone. No real pressure to do it, no one from highschool would care, because highschool had ended.

I was sitting down on the grass, and I just went home I don’t remember that clearly, but there was a lot going on in in my head, what if I break my foot again? What if I don’t make the team? Do I just cut my losses and try something else? amidst all that I unlaced my spikes, and before I knew it I was walking home. That’s the day I truly failed track and failed, the day I stopped trying. The year after that, I still trained here and there, but that was just for recreation, there was no “breaking the world record” energy in those training sessions. It’s been a long time now, but I’m not letting that happen to me again, it’s not even that I failed, that’s whatever, but I truly didn’t work for it.

Form was truly terrible, I’m not gonna lie, but I will won that race.