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I'm screaming inside right now, like literally. There is the devil and angel on my shoulder going back and forth on whether this is an stupid idea or not. I'm standing in line waiting for my turn to either make a complete fool of myself or impress everyone at the fact that I was able to jump over a hurdle my first time ever doing it. I'm in my blocks looking ahead of me at the hurdle. yes one hurdle i just have to get over one. it may not seem like a lot but this is the biggest thing of all time right now I blast out the block running towards the hurdle and I think I'm over it until I never make it past the yellow mark on the indoor track.
Time has stopped and I look down to see me halfway in the air with one foot over me and the other behind me barely but touching the hurdle this is absolutely going to hurt i think to myself. Am I really about to embarrass myself in front of the entire girls track team? I fall and land like a dead bug on its back. I instantly got up. I hear everyone gasping, saying OMG are you ok. I rush over to my coach. my adrenaline pumping and asking her what I did wrong. Why did I fall over that hurdle? By this point my wrist is aching and my knees feel like they’re about to collapse. I couldn't cry. I couldn't allow everyone to see me weak. So I kept on with practice, feeling the skin on my hip and both knees sticking to my black leggings, while my wrist felt stiff and swelling by the minute.
I look up at the clock and see practice is almost over. Coach tried to get me to go again but I just couldn’t. I now had a fear that I knew I needed to face and that was jumping over that hurdle. After about 5 people had gone I finally gathered the courage to walk into the blocks. I'm actually nervous about falling again. I place myself in my blocks and make eye contact with my coach… my stomach is sinking further and further as I sit here contemplating whether I’m gonna do it or not. Taking a deep breath I place my head down, raise my butt in the air, and push out my blocks. I have everything my coach told me I did wrong going through my head to make sure I do it right, so I don’t fall. I felt like I was in a scary movie and the suspense was growing by the millisecond…there was no loud boom or crashing fall, just the sound of my feet hitting the track.
I made it over, but I didn't feel accomplished If anything I felt defeated and ready to go crawl into a cocoon and cry I made my way to the locker room and instantly ran to my locker and grabbed my phone I walked into the small but bright bathroom and made my way into the farthest stall I called my mom and while it's ringing, I started bawling I felt the beat of my heart within the agonizing pain of my wrist, side, and knee My mom isn’t answering and I'm shaking from the tears pouring out my eyes.
I pulled my leggings down to see my right hip scraped up like I took a cheese grater and shaved my skin. it was so ugly that it made me sobb even more. finally she picked up and i couldn’t get the words out, to tell her that i had just embarrassed myself in front of everyone around me. once i did tho she told me i shouldn’t be embarrassed because i can’t expect to be great at something i’ve never done before, she asked me if anyone laughed and once i thought back they didn’t. so i shouldn't be embarrassed, if anything I should be impressed at myself for doing such a courageous thing, that most people wouldn’t because they’re afraid…
the tears have dried up, but the pain has not subsided. after being at urgent care for 2 hours I’m now home Sunday evening laying in bed with a splint on my sprained wrist, reflecting on everything that has happened this weekend. Asking myself why I’d pushed myself to such limits Why do I constantly put so much pressure on myself? I think I was moving too fast and while these girls have been training for 3 weeks it’s my first time and I’ve learned that when you fail there’s always a way to get back up and grow
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Looking through the lens- Taking having a roof over our heads for granted by Fareehah Siddiqui
 
     
    
               
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    