When I entered my freshman year of high school, I was an unconfident, weak, and passive person. Up to that point in my life, I had quit every sport I ever tried. I didn’t know the value of hard work, I didn’t know what it meant to push myself, and I surely didn’t know that I was capable of succeeding in what I consider to be the hardest sport known to man. When I say that cross country changed my life, I really mean it.
I am not a football fan by any means. Before this past Sunday, I had no clue how many points a touchdown was, could barely name five players on the Eagles, and didn’t really care much about the game at all. I live right outside of Philly so needless to say the people around me were so excited the weeks leading up to the big game. At our school talent show, one of the administrators got us all to sing “Fly, Eagles Fly”. My friend and I just looked at each other and laughed because we felt slightly guilty that we knew absolutely no words to it. I don’t think that’s a problem because you shouldn’t be forced to like something just to fit in, but needless to say my lack of knowledge was a little setback to the full experience.