cause it’s starting to bother me that I haven’t.
I started writing about people who’ve impacted my life in some way or another a few months ago.
I just tried writing about someone who truly impacted my life, and it’s the hardest thing ever. I can’t find the words to write about them.
i never finished writing about the people who have impacted my life.
i need to finish this.
My two high school track coaches. Lena’s my track mommy, and Mr. P. is like my grandpa. Fuck all the other ones my team had, because they are the only two who truly taught me anything. Without them, my life would be 100% different. Had I not met Mr. P in fall training in 2008, I probably would have not stayed on the track team or even at Kellenberg in general. He made me fall in love with track on a completely different level. He taught me how to hurdle, how to long jump, how to triple jump..he is truly an amazing coach. Lena taught me how to get faster in hurdles and sprints and she never took “no” or “i can’t do this” for an answer. Mr. P. encouraged me to be the best I could be and Lena pushed me to do better every race I competed in. Even when other people, teammates, or coaches doubted my skills, they made sure I knew they believed in me. They both would give me tips on how to do better in my next race or jump. Their training techniques were honestly the best ones I’ve ever seen. Without them I know I wouldn’t have fallen in love with track the way I did. They’ll always be my favorite coaches, because no one else can teach me what they taught me. They are the best two coaches to come into my life. I could talk to them about anything and know I could trust their opinions and answers. I miss seeing Lena 3 days a week and Mr P. 6 days a week. They’re the heart of my track family and always will be<3
What should I even say about this girl? She’s been in my life from day one.. since I was 6. That means that she’s seen me at every awkward stage of my life, and hasn’t once thought about leaving my side (trust me I’ve had some very interesting years). She definitely brings me the side that I may not necessarily want to listen to- like when I should no longer deal with something/one. I don’t talk to her even half as much as I did in high school but it doesn’t even matter. She’s still my best friend. She’s the one person I can say has been through every single thing with me. She’s been there for every different school I’ve had to go to, every friend I’ve lost, each person that’s screwed me over - she even let me cheat off of her for 6 years lmaoo. She’s just as crazy as I am, maybe even crazier. We have the same personality yet she can seem so different. She’s influenced my life in so many ways. Since I was six, this girl has brought a smile to my face. She was there when nobody else was. She even stood by my side when I was made fun of a lot. When I felt as if I had no real friends, I knew I had her. I know I consider many more people my best friends now but, it’s not the same as with her. She doesn’t even realize how much of a roll she’s played in my life. She’s been there more than my own father has. I’m eternally grateful for God bringing her to my life. Without her, I would be a completely different person. I always wonder what it would have been like if we weren’t in the same class in first grade. I could only imagine how much it would have sucked to not have her with me. She’s done so much for me, and I don’t even show my appreciation for her as much as I should. I really don’t know how I could have managed this far without her. She’s my bestito. She’s just everything to me. Since 1999 <3
I don’t know whether to call him my friend, my ex-bestfriend, or just a person who walks in and out my life. With him I learned I cared about someone who didn’t show as much care. When he feels like his life isn’t too busy, he’ll hit me up. Otherwise he spends most months not saying a word to me. When he does talk to me, he seems like he cares. Otherwise I feel as if he could give a fuck less. He knows how much I care about him, yet he doesn’t seem to want to put any effort into our friendship. He’s more of an impact-in-progress. I’m still figuring out when a friendship is worth it and when it’s time to walk away. Regardless, I’d still be a phone call away for him.
He made me realize that there really are good guys out there. Guys who care about more than just my looks or what I could do for them. He’s one of two guys I can talk to about anything. I literally tell him everything and I never feel like he judges me. He brings the male perspective on every situation. He met me at one of the lowest points of my life, and stuck around no matter what I did to him. He’s made me believe in myself when I couldn’t even say I cared about myself. He’s made me a stronger person, and always made sure I was okay, no matter how busy he was. He Influences/encourages me to get good grades, do things to my full potential, and not to give up. I have a great amount of love for him and the utmost respect for him. Without him, I really don’t know what I would do. He makes me strive to find a guy like him.
I can definitely say I was okay with just barely doing good in track until she joined the team. She motivated me to be the best I could be with every event. Plus she’s a beast, so I always competed with her to try and beat her. I hated her at first, but only because she was so amazing without trying. She was my triple jump partner for 4 seasons, and every single threat she gave me motivated me to jump farther and farther. It’s definitely weird not jumping with her this year, but when I practice with her now, she still motivates me to do better. I miss seeing her in the halls at school, when we’d have our smile stare-offs. She’s the reason for more of the dedication I have in track, and why I give my all in everything I do now, on and off the track. She’s done nothing but influence me to be the best I can be. She definitely said it best: “She’s the shine in my gold medal. The backbone in my victories. The smile beneath my game face.” Every time I jump I always think of her first. I couldn’t of made it this far without her.
She’s crazy. She’s hyper. She’s happy. She’s funny. Basically how I can describe her. She can read me like a book. Always knows what’s wrong or who’s to blame. I definitely have the weirdest conversions with her. We get each other because we’re both crazy as fuck. She knows what to say to make me feel better, and won’t give up until she sees a smile. I can never guess what’s going to come next with her, but there’s never a doubt that it’ll be a good time. As much fun as we have, she still knows when it’s time to be serious. I can tell her about anything and respect her answer. I love her, I know that high school just wouldn’t have been the same without her. And as MIA as she goes now, our conversations still feel the same when we talk. It’s as if she never left.
Although she’s my ex-bestfriend, she still impacted my life. If it wasn’t for her, I would have never done track. She had me go to fall training with her, which led to us doing track the following seasons. She always kept me thinking positively, which annoyed the shit out of me, but I definitely needed it. She was always in a good mood, and was my journal. I vented to her about anything and everything. Although she may not have understood what I had been going through, she still tried to understand and relate to me. I was in her court at her Sweet 16. She introduced me to many people, including two of my current best friends. Senior year our friendship started to change. She chose her boyfriend over all her friends with everything. We weren’t jealous or anything, but she would never hang out with us anymore and only talked about him. It seemed as if she lived and breathed for him and nothing else. And when they broke up, she made it seem like we didn’t understand a thing at all about what she was going through. And then our friendship ended over a miscommunication. We got into the craziest fight at disney, the happiest place on earth. And since then, we really haven’t talked. I miss certain things about our friendship, but everything happens for a reason. It just sucks that it had to end the way it did. I still wish for the best for her, and hope she’s finally enjoying life.