TRACK and what it means to me.

Growing up in Cupertino is hard. You're surrounded by people with abilities and gifts, if you don't have one of your own.. its easy to feel left out. I remember my years in elementary and middle school, I felt like something was wrong with me because I just didn't have a passion for something to show off.

Freshmen year: The year that changed my life. This year took its course and flowed through easily. I had just entered high school and my friends were the best, more than I can ask for. School was fun and there was just so much to do. Then my life took its turn when everything began to fall apart towards the end. Good friends were moving, people were changing. When your life takes a turn for the worse, you become a different person. The way I coped with it was by running. Whenever I felt angry with my parents, sad about my friends, frustrated with schoolwork.. I took it outside and ran that energy out of my system. It came to the point where I did so much running, I figured.. why don't I just get some school credits for something I spend my time doing anyway. This ultimately led me to a brand new world.

(who is that loser with the fro at the bottom right?)

Sophomore Year: I can spend hours and hours talking about how Cross Country had changed my life due to the people and the lifestyle, but thats a whole different story. Cross Country was running with schedule for me. I had a set amount of running I had to do every single day and it was okay.. nothing big.


To my surprise, competing in a race with 10 or even less amount of people can turn your inside upside down, kick it around, beat it to a pulp. Running a long distance race is like two people pointing a loaded gun at each other's faces for 20 minutes and in the end they put their guns down in relief.

I had a lot more to say, but i realized how long this blog is going to be.. so I'll be continuing it later.