Because showering is when I do my best thinking...

It's true. I was taking a shower earlier, washing off the smell of my drunk friends and loud music I came upon a realization. Lately I've been depressed. Like instead of going to class or doing something with my life – I would sleep.

Sounds like depression to me.

And it's because of my damn leg. I've always run, and it's because I love to run, and I love to compete. Scratch that. I live to compete, to race. I love it all. But lately my passion for running and racing is gone because I've become so focused on practices and the politics of my team and trying to please my parents and my coaches – I've let it all take away my love of running.

But while I was taking a shower, I was shampooing my hair and thinking that I need some new shampoo cause this one doesn't smell that great, I was struck (quite suddenly I might add) that I shouldn't let these people take something that means to much to me away. It's mine and it's been mine for the past 8 years. Nothing should be able to come between me and my love of running, but lately everything has.

But now that I've come to that epiphany. I'm going to do everything I can to get it back. Because it's my senior year and I'm going out with a bang – or I'm going to pass out crossing that damn finish line. I pinky swear it, and as I assured drunken ward #2 last night, I take my pinky swears very seriously.

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