The Long Run
Whoever said running from your problems doesn’t solve them… is totally right. It may not be effective in solving them, but running generally makes problems seem significantly easier to work through. At least they seem easier after forcing your body to run a certain distance or time.
I started running my sophomore year in high school, I joined Cross Country to build a stronger resume for college applications. From Cross Country, I joined the Track and Field team. Before I knew it, I found myself returning to tryouts each year after that. Cross Country and Track became a year-round focus for me, I ran through each sports season and through each summer.
That first year I was just testing the waters, little did I know I’d end up being pulled into something I’d never want to leave.
I’ve decided to spare you the images of me running. Instead I’ll grace you with some pretty pictures I’ve taken on my runs!
The first Cross Country race was a combination of awful weather and a deep fear of failure. The course was mud-filled and a safety hazard at every turn, I slipped several times throughout that race. By the second mile, I was already questioning what had possessed me to join that ridiculous sport. I was prepared for failure and wasn’t sure I would step foot on the line again. I finished second to last and vividly remember the feeling of exhaustion and genuine disappointment in myself. I was so embarrassed at my performance, that all I wanted was to leave. From the crowd of cheerful parents, teammates, and coaches, I picked out my dad. He stood with a proud look on his face, waiting under an umbrella with a jacket to wrap me in. He didn’t care that I had finished second to last nor that I was covered in mud, he was just there to witness the beginning of a brand new journey for me and to cheer me on. I still think of that race and remember the mix of feelings that only left me with the desire to do better.
My final track season was cut short by the pandemic, but I had the chance to persevere through one last Cross Country season. That season, after much practice and motivation from my coaches, I finished 14th at Regionals and went on to compete at States.
As I type that today, I can still say it doesn’t feel real. I may not have been breaking records, but I broke out of my own comfort zone and I came to realize, I was oftentimes the only one holding me back. At the same time, I was working towards college, my own personal record. I am the first in my family to attend college, something I have worked towards for a very long time. The same work ethic and desire to improve that got me through every race is what pushed me to get this far.
I have now graduated with a degree in Fashion Merchandising and am pursuing a master’s in Marketing Management. While I no longer compete, running has remained a prominent part of my life.
Many times in my journey toward a new PR, whether in running or my academic goals, I experienced many setbacks. Despite that, I remembered a phrase my team often said, the faster you run, the faster you finish. So I keep going, because if I can willingly put myself through muddy courses and insurmountable hills and somehow succeed, then I know I am capable of much more. Like I said, you can’t run from your problems but you can put a few miles between them and yourself. They’ll eventually seem smaller and further away with the finish line that much closer.
