I have always loved running, because it was a way to escape reality, but when there was a mile race in middle school and I got the title of the fastest girl in the school; I thought I was the coolest kid on the block. However, my title was not "cool fast girl" it was just "the girl that finally beat so and so's time." And so, as a result, to receive my "cool fast girl" title, I started track and field in my freshman year. After my first meet, I did not care about any title; I fell in love with the feeling I got when I was able to cross the finish line. It wasn’t a feeling of a win, it was the satisfaction from my drive. It was a personal accomplishment. And I knew from there, it was my first step of the path of life; determination, support, disappointment, success. I’m never going stop trying to pursue that other feeling. The feeling of finality. And not just for myself, for my teammates, my school and my coaches.