I loved getting new spikes when I was competing. I would stare at the rack of new shoes, looking at the colors, weighing them in my hand, trying to decide just which pair might be the right ones to help me be unbeatable and run faster than I ever had before.
Those new flashy shoes were symbol of my commitment and carried my hopes and dreams for the new season. I remember the fun of unvailing those new spikes to my teammates, wanting them to be envious of how light they were, and grinning with pride as my teammates will weigh them in their hands to gauge if they were lighter then their own pair.
I loved sliding those 4 ounces of light weight material on my bare feet at the next meet. Tightening them up, tying in my hopes and dreams. The hope that those flashy spikes will propel me to run faster than I have ever run before, and fly past my competitors. Warming up, my feet would feel a hundred times lighter with those featherweight spikes on compared to my heavy training shoes. They would give me confidence, make me feel powerful, unbeatable, and excited for anyone to challenge me.
Last Tuesday, I experienced something better than any shoe could ever provide. Buying news track spikes for my daughter Meghan. Seeing that similar excitement in her eyes, how they added a spring in her step. I felt a new type of exhilaration . The knowledge that I have passed on the passion of a sport I love, and daring her to dream of great races. That smile from Meghan out shined any of the thrills I earned from a hundred races I ran with pair of flashy new spikes.
Those new flashy shoes were symbol of my commitment and carried my hopes and dreams for the new season. I remember the fun of unvailing those new spikes to my teammates, wanting them to be envious of how light they were, and grinning with pride as my teammates will weigh them in their hands to gauge if they were lighter then their own pair.
I loved sliding those 4 ounces of light weight material on my bare feet at the next meet. Tightening them up, tying in my hopes and dreams. The hope that those flashy spikes will propel me to run faster than I have ever run before, and fly past my competitors. Warming up, my feet would feel a hundred times lighter with those featherweight spikes on compared to my heavy training shoes. They would give me confidence, make me feel powerful, unbeatable, and excited for anyone to challenge me.
Last Tuesday, I experienced something better than any shoe could ever provide. Buying news track spikes for my daughter Meghan. Seeing that similar excitement in her eyes, how they added a spring in her step. I felt a new type of exhilaration . The knowledge that I have passed on the passion of a sport I love, and daring her to dream of great races. That smile from Meghan out shined any of the thrills I earned from a hundred races I ran with pair of flashy new spikes.
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