Because that is the hardest hiking trail I have ever been on. I cannot even imagine running that I could barely walk it. Some people had weights on their feet then again no, no, no that is the last thing I would want to do. I want to do that trail again to see how long it would take me, but I now know next time to bring a bag if I am going to take a water bottle or snack. And bring a snack.
Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded. I then climbed in the Razor with thoughts going through my head like should I really go out with him and not dad later? All dad can thought about is me getting my first deer?
I snapped and complained about how tired I was and asked if she could do without one today. I told her I would bring her get one the next day. As usual, she did not argue and simply said yes, but my mom made me go get her one. She asked for such a simple thing, and I was too selfish to worry about her. I always took her for granted and also said I would do things the next day because I just did not want to worry about it that day.
I need to go or I’ll be late. This is such an enormous step for me, I had never really gotten out and go somewhere for a purpose of having fun, this is my first time and I hope not the last. I just arrived and it’s literally terrifying. There are people everywhere.
So he ran by himself and I ran at practice, but on the weekends we would still do our long runs. I often dreaded our longer runs, so my mom always gave me something to look forward to such as; going out to eat or making cookies later that day. The half marathon was coming up soon, and we were as ready as ever. The day before the half marathon I had a cross country meet, and it was tiger bowl. I really wanted to go to the football game, but I had to go to bed really early and wake up early for the run.
I couldn’t live without them, but both also had problems of their own; And being the person I am, instead of helping myself out first, I let my depression get worse and worse in exchange of helping them. I was happy of the fact that I was doing some part in them getting better in someway. I didn’t want to repeat what i felt like I did to my other friend. After a while I got to the point where I had to go to a therapist because I couldn’t handle the pain. I ended up telling my mom I needed a therapist and she got worried.
As I was packing, I realized that I had no idea what to pack. I ended up packing a lot because I wanted to be prepared. Packing causes me a little bit of stress sometimes, and I always think I’m not going to pack enough. But it turns out I could have gotten by with only half the stuff I took with me. By the end of the trip, I realized that I hadn’t even worn a lot of the clothes I packed.
I should have known something was wrong. It was the days I wish my mom accepted I just couldn't go to school. Or the day I begged myself to get up and do my homework, but just lied there cycling through my thoughts for hours. I never knew the reason I couldn't get through a morning. Even now I still question whether I am just being dramatic.
We were going to go to the midway to ride the rides but when I woke up that morning, I was as sick as a dog. Therefore, I decided to stay home. It was the last day so not a lot of people would be there anyway. After breakfast, my brother said goodbye and he was sorry that I was sick then he went on