Problem faced. ;( Problem solved. ;)

It's not easy to continue with a thing where you know you can't win. Everyone knows that. However, not everyone knows how it feels, when you are proven and shown that you are inferior to others.

At Bukit Gombak stadium, where the competitors are moving to the start line. It was the first day of all comers, a competition to practice, and gauge where you stand, before the Nationals School Competition. I was beaming with pride and confidence before the run, as I proceeded to the start line. Dad, trust me.

"On your marks."

I got myself ready after doing a typical Victorian Tug jump. As I started to load into the starting blocks, suddenly, I felt a strong feeling overwhelming me, stiffening my whole body. Pressure took its course. It arrived at the last moment, just before I was about to begin the race.

However, this was no problem for me, as I have been trained to handle pressure, and use it to spur me on. I will win the race for Dad.

"Set."

My hips raised, as the weight of my body was felt at my fingers, preparing me to launch forward once the race has begun.

"BANG!"

The gun went, as I propelled myself forward, pushing my body forward and in front. As my head raised, after the first 20 meters, I saw a figure ahead of me. Not panicking, I remained calm as I told myself to focus on what to do, and not rush to close up the gap. Soon, he will fall behind. As each step I take, I noticed myself inching closer and closer towards him, but he, too, moved faster and faster, opening the gap. With 10 meters left, the gap between me and him was already to big to close up before the finishing line. Despair took over me as I see him cross the finishing line.

The world grew dark around me, as I eased off after the finishing line. What have I done wrong ? Nothing ! Why have I lost ? I could not comprehend. As the crowd's chanting grew louder and louder, it felt heavier and heavier, as though they were booing and jeering at me. I slouched as I walked towards my coach, as though those heavy words have taken its toll. "Sir, I'm sorry."

He merely gave a weak smile at me, and that doubles my guilt. He must be angry with me for losing. Devastated, I asked faintly, about what he thinks of me losing.

Caressing my hair lightly, " Sometimes, it's not about being the best in the world. It's about being the best of yourself. And you, have already achieved that. Work harder, everything is going to be alright."

Nodding my head, I promised to train hard, as I recalled my loving father who brought me into Track and Field. Dad, I promise you I will bring home a gold medal someday, for you are the one who brought me into this sport.