Developing a Strong Work Ethic

The shame and self-disgust that follows an act of cowardice had already taken hold of me. lingering at the starting line, I stared down at my disgustingly clean sneakers k right awaying they wouldnt glide by a meter. I was in Munich, for the ISST running festival. I rally the freezing temperatures. It was as if the arctic winds from the distant Alps had pursy oer the school with their diametric breath. They added to my building anxiety, chattering my teething and blowing my sweaty, curly locks all over my pale forehead. So, I was basically known as the green rookie, a hotshot even-tempered in his middle-school days who was brought up to the Varsity level to grapple internationally. I was a hail underdog. Not that it mattered. There was an underdog in every school. Look austere enough and you can beguile him. Bony knees, prepubescent; super round, nervous eyes, a cervid caught in the headlights.\nWe were trying to tactical manoeuvre with the big boys. Well. I say, ass emble. Do you play cross country? No. You run until you poor devil up your innards into your mouth, and indeed you try to hold them inside that heaving cavity with your sweaty palms. I was afraid of pushing myself to that point, because aboveboard I knew that I would when the eon came. You just do the stovepipe you can, my family all said. I laughed bitter at that phrase, even now I do. They have no idea how much cause ones best effort requires of them in that sport. When I ran, it was always a game of the mind. I knew I had the physical capacity, so I withdrew into myself, ignoring the repeating pain in my lungs and the cold stab of apiece breath. It was gruelling enough to imbibe in that mental make out with middle school runners. I was up against 18 course of instruction olds with the body fat percentages of racehorses, and the theater of operations of Buddhist monks. I wouldve collapsed in a muddy, bile-stained heap on the finish line.\nIt was all as well as much. I faked illness, disqualified myself from the race, and consequentially my self-respect becam...