High School Football

I played football in highschool.  Here I was, a pudgy kid with no friends walking into a football camp where I was, at 14, probably the youngest kid there.  And of course I came in completely out of shape and unprepared.  There were many times during this 3 practice per day camp that I decided I wanted to quit.  The subsequent 2 a day camp that followed was also not much fun.  Then there was practice every day after school/before work.  This experience prepared me for pretty much anything else I would do in life.  No matter what it was, save for one time in Newark, NJ (shittiest place on the planet), that I was doing, it was easier than this.  Football didn’t just give me bad things to compare/contrast the future against.  It also taught me that when you work really, really hard for something not only does the formerly un-attainable become attainable, not only does the journey to get you there make you better, but in the end what you get is that much more satisfying.  Without this, I would not be the man I am today.