I've been trying to figure out what my next blog post would be and so many things were flying through my mind but things got in the way. (AKA class's started up again.) I recently read an article on the Odyssey, that site that you either love of hate. It was about a sport you left behind to continue on in your life. I couldn't help thinking how accurate it was in my life. So, let's talk about it =] Many of us have played a sport in our lifetime at least once. Some of us have played more. And by this I mean like on a team you committee to for a season. Let's go down my memory lane. The first sport I ever played was basketball and that was because my older brother went to Sixers camps and came back and taught me what he learned. He was my first coach and biggest competitor. Basketball was my first love. From there, I played field hockey for five years, did track and field for two seasons and then coached for four years, soccer for one season, and cheerleading for a season but I hate to admit it because even if I was decent at it, I hated it. Soccer I tried to use my hands, and I wasn't the goalie so that obviously wasn't my sport. I did more field than track and loved it. I even got a record for throwing the discus the farthest! (Nbd) That was like eighth grade though, so that was a longgg time ago. I loved field hockey and was pretty decent at it in middle school. High school was when it got a lot more competitive than I anticipated which was weird because I love and thrive on competition. But basketball.
There was a time I left basketball before it left me. Ninth grade, I was planning on playing basketball after my field hockey season was over. I went to preseason but I quit the day before real practices began. It was one of the hardest decisions in my life at that point and still to this day. At that time, it was too much for me, I couldn't run like they wanted me to, I didn't feel up to the level of the other girls. But I loved basketball. It didn't matter, I couldn't do it that year. Because I didn't play, there were so many other things I was able to do which were wonderful. But after quitting my freshman year, I thought I would never play again. Thankfully, I was wrong. The beautiful thing was, the following off season, I went back. I don't think I would, but I'm so grateful that I did. I created lifelong friendships and respect for people. I went through hell and back with my team as a family not just once but twice. My coach called one year "The Perfect Storm." After high school, I thought I might play basketball again like in intermurals or club, but unfortunately I'm too busy. Many of my friends have never seen me play and wonder what that Cambria was like. I'm so thankful for the time I had playing basketball, and it will be with me forever, but in order to move on, I had to leave it behind. What have you left behind? For This Time, Cambria
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