Well, yesterday in athletics, just before we went outside in 32* weather to run our butts off, Coach Crite came up to me and asked if I would like to play basketball. Astounded, I told her that I would think about it. I was in volleyball, but we ran so much that we never won a single game. Just goes to prove how much PRACTICE helps.
Anyway, so that night I lay in my bed, staring at my ceiling, waiting for an answer to come to me. I hate athletics, but if I'm going to pull through it for the rest of the year, then I might as well play a sport. I climbed out of my bed and walked to the corner that I stored my old basketball shoes. I looked at them, fingering the Nike checkmark. I sighed, my brain clogged with the two ways to go. Basketball? Or time to write? I know how much that coach made us run for volleyball... but Basketball is a running sport.
I moved into my chair at my desk and took out a sheet of paper. I wrote down what I was doing. Nothing in particuar. Just about the staring and the shoes and then I remembered the last basketball game that I was in. We were playing against the team that was our enemies.
To this day, I still don't know what happened. Maybe it was because I knew it was my last basketball game. Maybe it was the fact that my cousin- the baseball/football/basketball star of the district was watching from the stands and I wanted to show him that I could play sports too. Maybe it was because of the other team- who had spray-painted and egged our school just the night before.
I don't know what it was, but I had an unfamiliar sensation rush over me. The want- the need- to win.
I came back to my bedroom and looked at my paper. I knew what I wanted to do. I put my basketball shoes on my table so they'd already be out for the following day.
I don't know if that was the right decision- I'll probably regret it after the first week. But after I feel what it's like to win again, then I'll know what it's like. And I'll be with my friends and away from the off-season girls who honestly don't care. I guess I'll live through all the running. :)
So did I make a good decision? Yes. I think I did. And I don't care what anyone else thinks.
