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Mrs. Bradley
Spring of 2008. Fifth grade. I grab my water bottle and tighten my shoes as I step out of the car with trepidation, gripping my sister’s hand as we walk towards the track at Arrowhead High School. It was the first day of practice for MARC (Merton Area Running Club). I used to do track at North Lake, where I went to elementary and middle school, but this was the first year I switched to track at Merton.
Not being much of a runner, I always did shot put. I did track because my sister did. My shot put coach was nice and helped me learn new techniques. But the best part of that first practice was Mrs. Bradley—the head coach of MARC. Short brown hair, big smile, and a fit physique—she made everyone feel welcome.
I continued to do track for MARC for the next three years, doing shot put. By freshman year, I wasn’t sure what sports to do. Much to my dismay, my sister convinced me to sign up for cross country.
Begrudgingly, I attended the first practice. My nerves calmed when I saw Mrs. Bradley, running around and talking to new runners.
I knew she would be there to help and encourage me, as she always did at track for MARC. I was fortunate enough to have Mrs. Bradley as my coach freshman year.
It is because of her I found a love for running. It is because of her I pushed myself to work hard in workouts, to run a 5k, and to be there for my teammates. It is because of her that I learned to never give up, and always fight for my goals. She taught me what hard work meant, and how much it pays off in the end. She supported me when I wanted to quit during my first 5k, and she was there to cheer me on at my last 5k during my senior year.
I will forever be grateful for the lessons and the work ethic Mrs. Bradley taught me. She showed me what it meant to fight for your goals and be a teammate. Running may be an individual sport, but Mrs. Bradley showed me I need others in order to be successful. My teammates are my support system, and Mrs. Bradley was mine.
Thank you Mrs. Bradley for your time, your care, and your expertise. You always went above and beyond. You helped shape me into the person I am today. Without you encouraging me and pushing me to succeed and keep working, I never would have become a runner, nor would I love it as much as I do now. You inspire me with all that you do, and I can only hope to someday become half the woman that you are. Thank you for always inspiring me to be the best I can be.
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