track

have you ever felt that you were wasting your time? Felt that no matter how hard you tried, you found that you were failing? Have you ever felt that you were nothing? Well, that's just how i feel about track. When i first entered track and field in secondary 1, i was on parr with all the rest of the sprinters. But as time passed, no matter how hard i worked, i was slowly beginning to be outstripped by the rest of them. In the end, i became the slowest in sprints. talk about disappointment. That exhilaration while you pump of your legs? It turned to frustration, as i willed my legs to pump just a bit harder, willed myself faster, faster. It came to a point where i was totally defeated. I approached my coach, to be transferred to Long distance. I never felt that passion for track again. I never looked forward to training, i never aimed to enter another race. How could i? I wanted to quit track.
But somehow, i never did. Everytime i wanted to give up, somehow I'd begin to question WHY God was doing this. He never does anything for nothing. I had to trust him. It didn't get easier from then. Every training was a battle. Everytime it came to the point where i had to choose between taking the bus to training, or crossing the bridge to go home, it took all of my will power, and even then, sometimes God had to help. I didn't see the point of training. But i saw a purpose for me to go for training, if it was only in obedience to God.
Today, during training, we were experimenting with the basics of pole vaulting. and my coach said that maybe this was my niche. It's a little late, considering that i'm secondary 3, to discover my niche. But if it's God will, it will come to pass. All in his time.