As I am concluding my first year in high-school I can’t help but ponder that the closer I get to the end of the year, the harder I seem to be sprinting to meet its inevitable end.
This year I have been keeping up a steady rhythm of co-curriculars, good grades, a social life, and sleep. I having gotten into a pattern of wake up, eat, go to school, go to class, go home, eat dinner, do homework, sleep, and repeat. It has gotten to the monotonous point of feeling as though I am jogging, keeping up enough momentum to propel myself forward while not overextending myself.
This has been my daily life, and now as I am concluding my finals, I am sprinting to the end, the conclusion of a marathon. But as this thought entered my brain, another more exhausting thought took its place. What if I am not running a marathon but taking part in a triathlon?
As I thought more about similarities between my current and later high-school situation and a triathlon, the shocking realization arrived that although summer may be a major checkpoint, it’s just the end of a marathon and the start of a triathlon. I now will rest because I have an even harder race ahead. Until next year, I bid you adieu.
