Kyla's Blog - Week 4
September 30, 2007
On Wednesday night one of my teammates text messaged me a quote. I don't know who it was by, but this is what it said, "To me it's the bad moments that make a person. You're going to fall. It's how you get up that defines you." On Wednesday afternoon at about 4:30, I fell. That particular afternoon was when our conditioning test took place. Everyone on the team had a choice. We could either do the running test or the stair stepper test. Half chose the running and half chose the stairs. I chose to do what is called the Basketball Mile - the running one. I actually calculated it out and really it is about 1.7 miles in all, but that's beside the point. The real point is that I did not pass the Basketball Mile test. In fact I was the only person on the team to not pass either the running or the stair test.
Some people might just be able to shrug it off. Say no big deal, and move on with things. I mean, if we don't pass we get another chance. But for me, that didn't matter. What mattered was that I had a challenge set before me, and I failed. For about the first 24 hours after the test, I was unable to see anything but my failure. I worried about every aspect of it. I had let down my teammates, my coaches and myself. Then I started to think about the situation. I started to realize that I was the only one that hadn't gotten over it. Actually I was the only one who ever had anything to get over in the first place.
Throughout the whole test I had everyone behind me. All of my teammates and coaches were right there pulling for me. And even though I didn't succeed, that didn't matter. They weren't going anywhere. They knew I had given everything that I could. I came up short, but they still didn't lose faith in me. I was the only person that had lost faith in me. I think almost every girl on the team came up to me after the test and told me that it was okay, I would get it next time. Both of my coaches texted me that night, and the next day when I went to meet with them, they greeted me with a smile and nothing but encouraging words.
This week I learned the true meaning of a team. When it comes down to it, it really has little to do with basketball. It has to do with people, and people fall. Everyone is going to fail at some point. This week it was my turn. I failed. But because of the support of my teammates and coaches I was able to get up and define myself in a more positive way. That's not something you find everywhere you go. It is something, though, that I have found here. Thanks guys.