Running is a time consuming activity. It takes my breath away, and I tend to lose long mile races; but when it comes to speed, I even have the long legged boys trying to keep up. Thats me, a fast running gal- tired out after using all my energy. But I don’t mind. The fact that I won, or almost did, makes me happy. The fact that I had fun while doing it, makes me even happier. Thats the main point anyways, I live for fun- not so much competition. Its about enjoying what your doing.

Now don’t get me wrong, I like to win, but winning isn’t everything. Its all about the wind through my hair, my lungs pumping for air, and my heart continuing its act as a plug to my life. The area around me is gone, the voices of those cheering me, or not cheering me, disappears. I’m in complete and total concentration mode. Leaving me to the game and nothing else. 

You might think that I’m talking about track or something, I guess I never really did clarify what I was playing. Its actually soccer that thrills me. The ball control and movements towards the goal make me hyper. I smile after thinking about what I did. But so what if we won or lost. I don’t get why people get so upset about losing. I had fun, thats the most important thing to me. And when everyone is annoyed or angry over our loss, I hold back the voice inside of me, that is trying to scream, “Who cares?” 

I don’t really get it. I guess there are people like me out there. But coaches and their mindset never s to amaze me. How can they get so angry? I guess I’m just a dog playing tug-a-war; let me play, and sure you might get it from me, but that doesn’t wipe the smile off my face.