Blog #8

A time of failure in my life was probably when I didn't make it to the state cross country championship my sophomore year. We didn't make it as a team but my coach told me that I might had made individually, but I had missed it by one place. It bothered me because that one place would have made a difference in how the team scored and it would have given me a ride to state. I wish I could go back and run the race over again because after it was done and over with, I felt like I didn't run as hard as I could have. I felt like I had let my coach and team down and myself. I know my limits and hard I can run, but sometimes what feels hard isn't hard at all and I don't realize it until the end and even then it's too late. I wish I could go back and change the past or even predict the future, but I'm not a superhuman so that's impossible. But maybe me failing that time was setting me up for something even greater.