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Defeated, embarrassed, humbled… These are just a few of the emotions that I felt as I sat alone in the back corner of an empty restaurant on a Saturday night. The accumulation of recent failures was unfamiliar, and too much to handle. In front of two thousand people, I had just suffered a second-to-last finish, running a time that a year ago in high school would have earned a medal at the Area meet. I had run decently for myself, and still never had I experienced such defeat. On top of that, I was coming off of my first semester of college where I had received the first C of my life. Should I have gone to a smaller school to run? Had I underestimated the difficulty of the college engineering curriculum? Was this student-athlete life even for me? I poured over all of these questions. I came to the conclusion that I either had to quit, or I had to make a change. I was unaccustomed to the lack of success I was experiencing my freshman year of college. Being from College Station, Texas, I was the star athlete. But the speed of the best athlete from College Station is much different than the speed of the fastest kid from Houston, Trinidad, New York or any other place to top-rated track recruits in the SEC might come from. My days of being the most talented were clearly over. I had played soccer, football, and ran track all at a high level in high school. Naturally, I thought that if I focused on track I would get much faster, and though I was seeing improvement from the

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