For one to be successful, one must complete each goal they set for themselves, no matter what obstacles may get in the way. When I joined football, the summer precedent to my freshman year, I created a goal for myself, a goal to become healthy. I knew that if I were to give up on this goal, it would be to give up on myself. My life drastically changed once football was an element in my life. Before football, my life was spiraling down a mindless funnel that only fueled an otiose living. I never thought exercise as a substantial precedence. The absolute most arduous affair I have ever conquered was my first summer of football. I am perpetually grateful for the encouragement that bequeathed me to find strength within that I never knew I could conjure. If I gave up on my goal, not only would I be a failure, I'm adamant that I wouldn't even be a quarter of the man I am today.
Before joining football I was out of shape and lethargic, without the commitment to football I would've never obtained health . Keeping up with my friends on our excursions was a difficult task within itself, I would always be in the back seeking a moments rest. Nothing or no one would've prepared me for the magnitude of exert my body would endure. It was my first hell-week, bruises from the prior practice still fresh, muscles trite to the crux of collapse, and the last toilsome duty of the day was to condition. The thought of further exertion pinched my countenance and crippled my mind with disbelief. Some teammates wantonly jeered at my perceived inevitable acquiesce, which was always disheartening. Half-way through conditioning, my frustration of exhaustion plummeted to the depths of agony. I feared any coaches expression of reprobate, along with the antipathy of my peers that might result from me not finishing in time. .
As I trudged along, body and mind leaden with despair, I acknowledged most of my teammates complete the conditioning assigned.