How Can You Ask Me That?
Journey with me for a sec. . . .Knelt down, you tighten your shoelaces. The early morning wind carries faint traces of the sun’s warmth over your arms. You tuck that loose strand of hair back into your ponytail, take a deep breath, and rise to your feet.The bleachers stand before you. Tall. Glistening in the sunlight. Ready to be tackled.Ear buds in, game face on, you rock on the balls of you feet, inhale, and go for it! One stair. Two. You lift your knees, steady your breaths. The higher you climb, the greater the burn, but you keep pushing. Read more >