I’m sure that many think of Track and Field as an easy sport just to stay fit, this is where you are wrong. It’s more than just a sport for me, it’s my passion. The 7 years that I spent on the track were pivotal in the creation of the person I wanted to be and have become. My ability to persevere through tough workouts revealed the strength that I was unaware I possessed: determination. I am perfectly contented when I set foot on the track. The adrenaline when I take off the starting blocks will always be my therapy. With each stride I take, it helps me assuage life’s woeful moments. I don’t think about grades, or school. I simply live in the moment. The track is also one of the only places where I realised that my capabilities as a human being are boundless. Track, being an outdoor sport, forces me to endure a myriad of temperatures and conditions. On many occasions, the air is unbelievably hot and humid and to complete the training seems like an unattainable goal. In other days, it downpours and the vicious raindrops block my vision, coolness stripping energy out of my limbs. However, if I learnt anything from training and competing under these unpleasant conditions, it is that no matter what obstacles I face, they can be overcome. This newfangled knowledge that I can conquer any challenges engineered a mental toughness within me and ignited a burning ambition for fearlessly tackling hardships encountered on a daily basis. Once, during an important meet, the starting blocks that I had to use was faulty. The nervous me, however, did not take notice of it only until I had started the race. As my legs push against the metal blocks, it fell apart and my legs gave way, causing me to collapse on the floor. It was a nightmare to think that the race ended with all my competitors vanishing before my eyes before I could even take off with my first stride. Then, the knowledge that I could conquer any challenges suddenly flooded into my mind, I knew I could not give up just like that. Standing up with my broken ankle, I continued the race. Even though I did not win, nor did I clocked a good timing, I felt a sense of pride and happiness. The passion that was instilled within me enabled me to finish the race and not give up. Without that passion and determination, I would be lying on the track with paramedics attending to me. The track is not only a four hundred metre red circle to me, it is a place that promoted my transition from an insecure nine year old girl to a strong and ambitious fifteen year old young woman. I believe in passion, passion that can allow me to have the drive, the focus and the positive change within myself.