I’m from the ice rink.
Where the fog comes off the cold ice.
I’m football field.
Where the early morning dew soaks your shoes.
I’m from the weight room.
Where the clanking of weights is music to my ears.
I’m from the pole vault pit.
Where flying through the air is normal.
I’m from the long nights of bag skates.
Where all you hear is your heart beat.
I’m from the grueling wind sprints.
Where all you feel is your leg shake and time go by.
I’m to the sprinting up to the pit with a pole in my hand.
Where all the mili seconds count for your next mover.
I’m from gametime.
Where warming up is the last thing on your mind.
I’m from running out on the field under the lights.
Where the screams of fans are blocked out by nerves.
I’m from the bar at ten foot.
Where it’s so high I’m douting anyone can do it.
I’m from the after game coach talks.
Where your congradulated or looked down apon.
I’m from the after game huddle.
Where you look around and see a family all as one.
I’m from finally achieving your goals.
Where you finally reach your highest potential and all the work has payed off.
I’m from a place that pushes you to be your best in everything you do.
Where everyones a family.

I’m from John Glenn.