Class of '09
Six years have passed since my arrival here and as it would seem my time is almost at an end. While things have changed and people have grown up, I know if given a chance I wouldn’t change a thing. Running is more than just a sport I partake in, but rather a lifestyle, a drug, and a place for me to just be me.
I still remember my first day when I could not even keep up for four miles with coach Chapman and the other four girls that showed up for summer practice that day. While embarrassing, it was the start of my involvement with a sport that would help change my life forever.
I would not understand the effects of it until my freshman year of high school. It was that year that I got to know someone who would become one of my heroes, my idea of success. I was socially awkward and not very fast but when Double D [Dustin Davis] received his all-state medal,
There are more people to thank than just Willie and Double D, although these were somewhat my mentors; I compared everything I did to these two and Jo Jo [Eric Johannigmeier]. Even in my own moments of doubt
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I also need to thank all the parents and my other team members. The support of you guys is more important to me than you may realize. To Coach P, that stubborn, out of shape man that barks at us like some dog, forcing us to work for every little compliment that he gives, while dealing with his bad taste in jokes. The man who has made me realize that it isn’t a matter of being the fastest, strongest, or smartest, but believing in yourself and being happy about who you are. That also goes for Rox [Roxanne Patrylak] who even during my weak moments of non belief would be there dragging her kids along telling me that she believes in me and so I should do the same. Finally, my parents, from dealing with the costs that come along the way to respecting my boundaries.
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Sincerely,
Eli Sweatt
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P.S.: While I will be leaving off to college, I just want all the scrubs to know that I’m here for anyone. Just call and I will be there, no matter what. That has just always been my way. I have been a part of a lot of ends, but this cross season was not one of them. This year was a beginning.
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