Tomorrow is the first race of my second season of college cross country.
But I'm not really nervous.
Not really at all.
More excited.
A lot of things have changed since last year. And I am a different person and athlete.
I think differently. I fuel differently. I run differently.
I'd like to say I run with more guts.
I am stronger, mentally and physically, that I was last year.
And most importantly, I realize that how I do in tomorrow's race doesn't really matter.
Yes, I will race to the best of my ability. But I don't need to worry about doing badly. Because who determines what "badly" means anyway?
The biggest difference between myself in high school and myself now is that I am not motivated by fear. I don't race hard because I'm fearful of failing.
I race hard because it's fun. Because I have been given a talent. Because I have been given a drive.
And because there is no better feeling than realizing I gave everything out there. (I wouldn't really know actually, because I have yet to collapse across a finish line, but I'm planning on it).
Cross Country is so hard core.
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