breaking a silence

English composition, amongst several other courses I took while enrolled in the university, proved to be challenging. It was the guidelines of each writing assignment which I found most arduous.

"Today we will start our third paper," Cloud would say, in a tone of pure excitement. "It is to be no less than six pages..."

I suffered at the sounds of those words, and judging by the expressions of my classmates, so did they. There was a reason we were placed into ENG 110, the lower of the first of two semesters of composition, and it wasn't cause of our pure excitement!

One could say that writing was not a skill of mine, nor something I even felt comfortable doing. People are quick to judge, and I thought the same about readers. I had no idea what separated an accomplished writer from a sham, and I was fearful of being ranked.

Exactly four years later since passing that semester of composition, I am now comfortable in my words. I have the sudden urge to write, as if life's experiences are more valued through this medium.

Through my blog, I wish to describe and interpret the emotions I incur through training and racing, and all other aspects of life. As I make an effort to rise to the top, I hope I can share the heightened emotions that result from hard work and dedication.