This is for anyone who feels lost in life, let me tell you a story.

Some of my earliest memories are those of me toddling around at 4 years old, trying to kick a ball that seemed bigger than me, eating grapes and sipping on juice pouches during halftime, and caring more about the color of my jersey than winning an actual game. My life truly revolved around soccer. As I aged, I only became more passionate to succeed in the sport I loved so much.

It was my summer going into my freshman year of high school. As I sat in my car after one of my softball practices I thought about all the wonderful things I've heard about our schools cross country team and our coach. I asked around about practices and decided to go to my first cross country practice.

Like most people, I wanted to be the best. I was always competitive nature, wanting to be the best at whatever I did. Whether that be Soccer, Baseball, or Basketball, I strove to be the greatest, and worked hard to hone my craft. Around 5th grade I found running, and worked hard to become a good runner on my middle school team.