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How I got into track.

So this was requested by Another user @TadCurious

So my parents were both very Athletic. My mom ran track in high school. She competed in the 100, 200, and Long jump

My father played football CB/WR.

As a kid I would constantly hear stories about how great both of them were from their high school friends but I was about as much of a girly girl as you could find.

So I didn't have any interest in sports. But I found it so cool to brag about how awesome my parents were.

I was like 11 and my mom was watching the Olympics and she was loud AF😂 I never heard her cheering like that before.

I walk in and being a nosy kid I sat down to see what she was watching.

Me: What you watching?

Her: It's the 200. Watch it with me baby. it's bout to start.

me: If it ain't started? Why you yelling?

her: Oh they giving intros baby. I get excited.

She points to Allyson Felix and tells me she's her favorite. She's humble fast and exciting.

The race begins and Allyson Felix falls behind. My mom's screaming her ass off.

Me: She's getting beat bad Mommy.

Her: No baby watch. This what she does.

She hits the final stretch and boom! She's kicks it into another gear.

She's skinny smooth long strides. It's almost beautiful to watch her run.

Oh man. I feel the urge. I'm next to my mom screaming. Go!!!Go!!! Go!!!

The final 40 meters she's in 4th then 3rd, and now 2nd.

As I watch the finish line coming up fast it looks impossible for her to win.

I look at my mother and see the love for the sport in her.

She's screaming for Allyson Felix to push it.

It was amazing as she crosses the finish line first.

We jumped up and down screaming with excitement.

It was this moment that I fell in love with a sport I never seen before but would be a huge part of my life.

I turn to my mom.

Me: Mom. I wanna run track.

her: You do? Really?

me: Yeah.

her: Let's go.

me: Mom now?

It's like 8 PM and dark outside. 🤭

She takes me outside turns the backyard lights on and shows me a few stretches.

Then she walks across the yard and tells me: show me what you got.

So I ran like a chipmunk on speed. No technique what so ever. hands by my side.

Her: Ooh baby you got your mommy's speed. If we can get your technique right you will be amazing.

So we worked for like an hr on form and technique. I asked her to train me.

She set up a routine for me. She made it fun. She was never that overbearing sports mom (which helped grow my love for the sport )

She encouraged me but never pressured me to be great.

I asked her to create diets and routines and she would always do what ever I asked of her.

How I got into track.
How I got into track.
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