<p>All the nagging stress of the day disappears. For a short time it doesnt matter how I did on that important math test, how I will complete an essay, or how will I settle an argument with a friend. There is only one simple goal and that is to run. Every day for a period of time only two thoughts mattered; coach yelling to leave it all on the track and the rhythmic sounds of my heavy breathing and heartbeat. Every day required me pushing myself and making sure I was ready and willing to do whatever it took to get on varsity. To be part of a family that helped shape me. I absorbed criticism and I humbly accepted any praise that let me know I was on the right path. Going backwards would forever remain a simple track drill; it wasnt going to be my lifes direction.</p>