zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I remember the day I started training for high jumping as if it were yesterday. My coach at the time was an old, gruff man who only cared about winning and didn't care how you got there. He made me train until my legs ached and my body felt like lead. But I was determined to be the best, so I kept pushing myself no matter what.
As I grew older, my love for high jumping never wavered, but it started to take its toll on my mental health. The pressure of constantly performing at the top level began to weigh heavily on me, and I started to feel like I was losing myself in the process. My relationships with friends and family began to suffer as well.
I'm a bit of an introvert, so when I'm not training or competing, you can usually find me alone in my room, lost in thought. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it - the long hours of training, the constant stress, the feeling of being alone most of the time. But then I look at myself standing on the edge of the pit, preparing to launch into mid-air, and I'm reminded of why I started doing this sport in the first place: for the thrill of flying through the air and the sense of freedom it gives me.
