Yesterday when Chris and his friends were climbing i kind of wondered off on my own and found a track and field court. I basicly spend all my summers on these courts (and everything else i did was designed to suit the training) until 5 years ago. Haven't even put my foot on such material since. I loved the warm summer evening; training with spike shoes, barefoot in the grass or jumping over hurdles lined up after eachother. There is a certain smell to a track and field court. A smell which makes me remember great things, happy moments and a light heart. I don't miss it or am sad that i quit. I'm just very happy that i have these memories and choosed to really go for something even though it turned out that my joints and tendons coulnd't handle it. When my 15-year old friends startade partying and drinking i went training. God i'm glad for that today.
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