College Made Me Quit The Sport I Once Loved And Will Forever Miss

College Made Me Quit The Sport I Once Loved And Will Forever Miss

All good things have to come to an end...

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Most people in high school were involved in something. Whether it be sports, band, or something outside of school, most high schoolers are busy. For myself, I had it twice as bad. Volleyball season started in the summer and ending in the winter. Then track would pick up in winter and end right before volleyball started. So personally I was always busy.

I didn't mind being busy. I actually liked it a lot. I always felt like I had to be doing something. This was a good quality to have because always doing something results in a routine. For example, every morning, I would go to volleyball workouts, a full day of school, track practice in the afternoon, and come home and do my homework. Everyday. And once workouts were over, I would go to track practice before and after school.

Track was the one thing I felt like I was actually good at. I felt effortless when I ran and it was the only sport where I didn't dread going to practice for. After my first two years of doing it, I decided to dedicate my senior year to it. I wanted to win regionals and districts and then eventually state. I planned on getting college offers that would essentially pay for my education.

Well, surprise — I'm neither a state champion or a D1 athlete with a scholarship. But I do go to an amazing school. It was a hard choice in deciding what to do after high school. Although I did genially enjoy running, I knew I would not want to do it in college. I felt as if I wouldn't be able to commit the time or work needed. Looking back on the whole situation now, I have no idea how athletes do it now.

In retrospect, I miss track so much. Now in college, I spend most of my time somewhere between class, my sorority, and sleep. Not being involved in any sports or athletic anything is weird. Sometimes, I still feel like I need to get to practice or to a meet.

A quick shoutout to college, for making me stop running. OK, it's not totally college's fault but sometimes it sure does feel like it. Anyone who had to quit a sport they once loved can agree. But one time when you were on the track, court, field, or whatever was the last time. Most good things come to an end. And all you can do now is look back and be thankful for the relationship you had with that one sport.

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The Coach That Killed My Passion

An open letter to the coach that made me hate a sport I once loved.
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I fell in love with the game in second grade. I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass and every move I could think of. Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be.

I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

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Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

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Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

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