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Movie Quote of the Day: All we are is dust in the wind, just a drop of water in the endless sea.
It's the night before regionals and i should be getting myself psyched up for running, but i'm just having a hard time figuring out why. Why do i care so much about a sport that no one even realizes exists?. Why do i spend so much time working towards a goal that even if i achieve it, is meaningless to the rest of the world? Most of the other runners don't even care. It's kind of funny. The fact that I care and work so hard defines me. It makes me an outcast on my own team. On sports teams usually those that take it seriously and work hard are the ones to be admired, looked to as shining examples of what to be like. But no, I'm made fun of, a joke. Everyone thinks it's funny that i try. You'd think even my parents would appreciate what i've done but no. Despite the fact that i never ran once before high school that i didn't have even one ounce of athletic talent, that everything i've done has been through hard work and more pain than i want to think about, Ben is still the one that worked harder, the one who's accomplishments mean something. For anything i do to have any significance it has to be so much better Ben, otherwise it's already been done before no big deal. My dad just got home from new york, haven't seen him in a week. If i was expecting any words of encouragement i was sorely mistaken. I was yelled at for something that i didn't even do and the called a psycho. Wow, what a great pep talk. I don't know about you but i feel psyched (or maybe just psycho), peppy, and ready to run my best. Go north!