At the end of my eighth
grade year, I decided to run cross country since I loved running. I trained all summer every morning. Just before school was about to start, I hurt
my hip at a practice. Camp Bountiful was
coming up, so I decided to take that week off.
The next week when I
got back I went straight back to running.
I was fine until one practice where I was running hills. I had to stop running because it hurt so
badly. I iced my hip and sat out a
couple practices. I ran my first and last
race all in the same day. My coach and I
discussed the fact that I was done running and needed to take a break. I was happy for the pain to go away, but sad
about no longer being able to run. Due
to my hip, I wasn’t able to play any sports during the winter, but when it came
around to spring I was definitely considering running track. My mom didn’t like the idea and she was
worried my grades would drop, but my hip was healing. She told me to pray about it because God is
the only person who has the answers.
I started praying if I
should run or not, but it was getting close to the first practice and I was
getting worried that I wouldn’t get an answer.
I kept praying and I had friends praying for me too but I never got
anything. It came to the first practice,
so I skipped it.
The next day in
Language Arts, we were writing essays.
We had a substitute teacher, and his name was Mr. Henry. He read the sample essay and talked about how
we were supposed to write it. The sample
essay was over sports. Mr. Henry shared
with us how he had been involved in many sports in high school and how he
always kept up his grades.
He told us, “Sports are
fun and they are good for you, but don’t ever let them get in the way of school
work.” I didn’t realize this was meant
towards me till later that day. God was
speaking through someone to tell me that it’s okay. There is always next year, but right now I
need to focus on school.
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