By: Álvaro Artime
Many years have passed since I was for the first time in front of a starting line. A long time since I heard that pistol shot. That shot that for other runners in the race was the beginning of another race more, was the beginning of my life for me.
That race was the beginning of everything. It was the beginning of the story of a child full of dreams and hopes in this sport, the beginning of more than 10 years that I've been in athletics already.
They usually say that the beginnings are not easy, but I could say that for, me in this case they were. Everything was simple. I just loved what I did and I left my soul in every step. I just had to enjoy doing what I liked the most, how could not that be easy?
The results began to arrive, and that made me to get even more into this sport. I decided to focus on it and to take it more seriously, and I began training regularly to prepare the competitions. Nothing could go better. Soon I saw myself winning regional championships and when I arrived to the cadet category, I managed to achieve the minimum mark for the spanish championships on track and even qualify for the finals. Something very common for many, but a dream for that child full of hopes that I am speaking about. Seeing myself like this made me to dream een more, get more excited with this sport and even to think that fighting, I could be one of those guys that I admired while they received their medals on the podiums of important meetings or represented my country in an international championship.
But suddenly I reached a point where everything stopped being so easy and things got complicated. Despite I kept training as always, the results stopped arriving , and with it, little by little, the desire and enthusiasm for this sport started to decrease. I submerged myself in a streak where no matter how much I trained, I was not able to reflect it when it came to competing. I had inside me which made me seriously consider getting away from this sport. That inside child was seeing how his dreams and hopes were escaping, he feel that everything he had done was not enough for achieving his dreams, so I gave up and temporarily left this sport.
However, it was that same child from the beginning who could not standleaving athletics. It was the child that we carried inside, the one that made me see that this sport was much more than only the results, much more than the time that the clock sets. It was that child who could not stand to end everything in that way. That child was the one that made me return with more enthusiasm and illusions than when I first started. To start over, forget everything and just return to leave my soul at each step and keep fighting. I am aware that I am no longer that child in which I take refuge so many times, but I know that it is that child who hundreds of races later, thousands of workouts and millions of feelings and emotions after, is making me enjoy this sport like nhad never than before.
It is because of that joy, that 10 years after beginning my way into athletics, even if I have changed and I am a more growed person I keep waking up everyday with the same or even hope and excitment than the first day. It is that inner child who keeps telling my that our dreams and hopes, sooner or later, even if we do not reach them, the way we have travelled will be what matters.
And, as one day my coach told me " There are two options, stop and it's over or to continue and find a way". I have clear that for me there is only the second option.
Many years have passed since I was for the first time in front of a starting line. A long time since I heard that pistol shot. That shot that for other runners in the race was the beginning of another race more, was the beginning of my life for me.
That race was the beginning of everything. It was the beginning of the story of a child full of dreams and hopes in this sport, the beginning of more than 10 years that I've been in athletics already.
They usually say that the beginnings are not easy, but I could say that for, me in this case they were. Everything was simple. I just loved what I did and I left my soul in every step. I just had to enjoy doing what I liked the most, how could not that be easy?
The results began to arrive, and that made me to get even more into this sport. I decided to focus on it and to take it more seriously, and I began training regularly to prepare the competitions. Nothing could go better. Soon I saw myself winning regional championships and when I arrived to the cadet category, I managed to achieve the minimum mark for the spanish championships on track and even qualify for the finals. Something very common for many, but a dream for that child full of hopes that I am speaking about. Seeing myself like this made me to dream een more, get more excited with this sport and even to think that fighting, I could be one of those guys that I admired while they received their medals on the podiums of important meetings or represented my country in an international championship.
But suddenly I reached a point where everything stopped being so easy and things got complicated. Despite I kept training as always, the results stopped arriving , and with it, little by little, the desire and enthusiasm for this sport started to decrease. I submerged myself in a streak where no matter how much I trained, I was not able to reflect it when it came to competing. I had inside me which made me seriously consider getting away from this sport. That inside child was seeing how his dreams and hopes were escaping, he feel that everything he had done was not enough for achieving his dreams, so I gave up and temporarily left this sport.
However, it was that same child from the beginning who could not standleaving athletics. It was the child that we carried inside, the one that made me see that this sport was much more than only the results, much more than the time that the clock sets. It was that child who could not stand to end everything in that way. That child was the one that made me return with more enthusiasm and illusions than when I first started. To start over, forget everything and just return to leave my soul at each step and keep fighting. I am aware that I am no longer that child in which I take refuge so many times, but I know that it is that child who hundreds of races later, thousands of workouts and millions of feelings and emotions after, is making me enjoy this sport like nhad never than before.
It is because of that joy, that 10 years after beginning my way into athletics, even if I have changed and I am a more growed person I keep waking up everyday with the same or even hope and excitment than the first day. It is that inner child who keeps telling my that our dreams and hopes, sooner or later, even if we do not reach them, the way we have travelled will be what matters.
And, as one day my coach told me " There are two options, stop and it's over or to continue and find a way". I have clear that for me there is only the second option.
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