One of the first times I ever went on a run, it was around midday during the hottest time of the year in Illinois. The sun was killing me, but I was determined to keep pace with my dad who was pulling away from me. I labored through each step, each breath, but I just couldn't keep up. We got to a hill, and despite the lack of shade, I kept going. I collapsed before I could even get half-way up the hill. I couldn't even breathe. My dad came back , stood me up, and I slowly regained my ability to breathe. He brought me back home and just had me rest. I was exhausted and shook from what had just happened. To be honest, I was even disappointed in myself that I couldn't do what I had set out to do. Discouraged as I was, I considered giving up running altogether. But I didn't let that happen, I couldn't just quit; I still wanted to push myself. I continued to run on my own for the years to come, not only getting better at it, but growing a strong passion for it as well. I love this sport, and I look forward to getting better at it in the future. I love to push myself. That's why I take strenuous classes, why I run hard at practice, and why I run even harder in races. And I assure you that I will continue to push myself for the years to come should I join your team.