Love for a Sport

This is our red carpet.

I think some people are in love with the idea of track, they love to win and as long as they win they like the sport - as soon as they stop winning they will hate the sport. That is not true track love, true love for track comes from a passion to work till it hurts and to try harder every day in order to beat yourself.

The calm before the storm #whatilivefor 💖💖

So the next time you see someone who has cancer, don’t go all sympathetic on them. How would you feel if you walked in to school one day, and everyone looked at you and acted towards you differently. You’d feel extremely self-conscious. And when you have gained nearly 40 lbs. thanks to stupid medicines your doctors say will make your tumor shrink faster; you have no eyebrows, no eyelashes, and no hair; and when you are not allowed to work out or diet to lose any of this access weight they gave you no option but to gain; you really feel like the ugliest human being on the face of the Earth. Every compliment you get saying “You’re Beautiful” or “You’re so strong.” you know are out of pity. You know that can see the difference in you. You know they are only saying it because you are bald, or because you might die. You know that they don’t really mean it. So I dare you, next time you see someone with cancer, treat them as you would treat anyone. Don’t be nice to them because they are sick. Treat them how you treated them before they were sick. Because one of these days, I will have my hair back. I will lose the weight. But are you still going to treat me as you did when I didn’t have hair? I doubt it. It will go back to how it was, when everyone hated me. When rumors were spread, and people would avoid me in halls. When I sat alone at lunch and when I was the last person to finish running the mile in gym class. Just because I have cancer doesn’t mean I will die, so why should you treat me like I’m going to die because I have cancer?