Ch. 4
Sarah spent a whole bunch of her time training for soccer. One day she'd do agility and the next ball handling and the day after that on cardio. I did it all with her.
I've always been pretty athletic, but I was hard to keep up with Sarah. She was fast, but had endurance too. Even when we were drenched I sweat and our hearts boomed I our ears, she'd still be smiling and ready to do the next exercise.
"Why are you working so hard? You aren't even in season yet," I asked one day as I chugged a gallon of water.
"I wanna… I wanna be the best I can be," she answers breathing hard.
"Well if you don't make Varsity, I'll go beat up the coach myself," I decide.
"And I'll watch," she laughs.
She made it, of course. I went to every game and she got to play a fair amount of time, but she didn't like it.
"No one is ever happy," she told me one day when we are out at lunch. "And everyone talks about each other and complains about the coaches and practice."
"Not everyone is as content as you," I sighed.
"Is that a bad thing? Should I want more for myself or be happy with what I do have?" she asked moving her straw around in the glass.
"You deserve better," I admit. "But complaining about it just wouldn't be you.