My high school lacrosse coach told me I looked like a tyrannosaurus rex running underwater.
I was not fast. I told myself it was okay, because I was at least consistent.
That wasn’t necessarily true either. I was, to a point, but then gave up when I got tired.
I wanted to be less of a quitter, but I didn’t know how. I saw the tenacity of my teammates and …
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