Your mind is empty. Your stress and worries gone as the wind blows. Your heart beats as fast as you go. Can’t think of nothing else but the motivation that got you going. But what is it that got you going? Is it the passion for it or just the feeling of overcoming your biggest fear? Maybe it was the miles or the sense of competition? But all that matters was that it felt good for a while. I guess everyone have their reasons but mine was not so clear. It was an activity that got me going physically and mentally. It was a decision that allowed me to learn skills not thought in the classroom. I got to understand my peers and what it meant to be a teenage. It wasn’t all about the sport, it was also about learning from your mistakes and most importantly for others. Deciding what was wrong and right wasn’t much of an option. But I’m glad I did it because I know better now from this experience.