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  • By Nicholas Bessette
    Senior, Mountain View High School

                As if middle school gym class isn’t awkward enough, being overweight with glasses during a game of dodge ball was just a terrible situation waiting to happen. When you’re overweight, you see the world differently. To me, I never thought I’d lose the weight and be fat the rest of my life. But then I decided to do track my junior year of high school. At first it was just to see if I liked it, then I met Coach Davis. And he showed me that I could be more than an overweight teenager, and that I could actually achieve something other than academics.            

     Before junior year, I was an unsociable fat kid who stayed home on weekends and played video games. I was made fun of my overly macho jocks and stuck up girls who were as thin as toothpicks. I avoided standing up for myself and I hated that.  

    Then I started to be more social my junior year and I grew a few inched, shedding a couple pounds. I started talking to more people and went out more. I decided I wanted to try out track. At first, I wanted it because I was curious, and it would look good on my transcript. And it was rough. Practices were intense, especially on workout days and I’d often go home and pass out. But as the weeks went on, I noticed that my body was beginning to slim and running a mere three miles no longer winded me. After the season was over, I had lost over twenty pounds!

    Coach Davis always told me that I could achieve whatever I wanted; I just had to work hard for it. When Cross County season came, I joined the team and lost another ten pounds. I am hardly recognizable to myself a year ago. And I promise, to myself, that I will never eat away loneliness and anxiety. And all it took was some blood, sweat and a lot of tears. A lot of tears.

    Now I stand up for myself, I don’t take unnecessary insults from people and you’ll rarely see my home on Friday nights. Like the rapper Drake said, you only live once. You have to live it up.

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