Running Without Scissors
by D. L. Vegas
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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From 5th to 8th grade I was on the track team...
I was in the eighth grade-
A runner of the 50 yd. dash
Ball throw...running broad jump
440- passing the baton
I came in 3rd in 50 yd dash
Time 7.3 seconds
Ball throw-12 inch softball
110 ft. no show
Running broad jump
10 1/2 ft.
Still didn't show
In the 4 places...one more to go
The 440 consists of 4 runners
They pass the baton
To the next runner
Who is waiting with their arm out
I was the third runner
Passed off the baton beautifully
And then I stepped in the next lane
We were disqualified...would have won
No one said anything to me
I was so hard on myself
It took time
For me to forgive and let go
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|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|We all are often too hard on ourselves Deborah in particular if we think we let someone else down. Just one of those little life hurdles we all overcome :)
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Athletic competition is tough when we are young. We judge ourselves by it. I was fortunate to excel in all kinds of physical things except athletic competition where someone always beat me at my game. Luckily I had that noncompetitive athleticism to fall back on.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|so glad you let this go (not the baton) For some reason, even though you were the best, another had to win for the moment. definately let it go.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|We are the hardest on ourselves.