Forgetful
I love eating, but sometimes I forget to eat. People ask me how I can forget to eat, but quite honestly, that is all there is to it. I forget. A few weeks ago I was at the mall with my mom and I was so grouchy. I had no reason to be, I was just in a bad mood. My mom, knowing me better than I know myself, asked, “Did you eat lunch today?” as if she already knew the answer. It was as if a light bulb clicked above my head. That was why I felt so bad; I hadn’t eaten! With my hectic schedule, finding time to make myself lunch or even go out of my way to go through a drive through seems more like a chore than anything else, and often I just forget that I’m hungry. Although this may seem problematic, I still enjoy eating, even if it’s for reasons other than the food itself.
I love eating. Even if the food isn’t the greatest, it can still be powerful to share a meal with the people that you care about. My extroverted and outgoing personality makes me an enthusiast for any activity where I can connect with a lot of different people, whether it be going out to restaurants with friends or eating a home cooked meal with my family. For as long as I can remember, every birthday, graduation, and holiday celebration has been centered around eating. Every Christmas Eve, my extended family gathers to have dinner and celebrate the holiday. The excitement of seeing all my cousins, and anxiously waiting to open a gift before the morning, is one of my fondest memories of childhood. The laughter and the comparing of wish lists all occurred over dinner, and because of these traditions, eating is easily associated with relationships and happiness.
The traditions that keep family and friends close are also the qualities that attract me to running cross-country. Without the social aspect of the sport, I don’t think that I would ever have found my passion for running. Being apart of a team means always having a group of people to eat with, and always feeling welcomed. The Friday night “spaghetti dinners” were my favorite tradition from high school, and now I am excited to be introduced to the pre-race eating rituals for Wittenberg’s team. Sharing meals with my friends, family, and teammates can be very powerful in building relationships. Even though it may be easy for me to forget to eat with my busy schedule, my need to be social trumps all else.
I love eating. Even if the food isn’t the greatest, it can still be powerful to share a meal with the people that you care about. My extroverted and outgoing personality makes me an enthusiast for any activity where I can connect with a lot of different people, whether it be going out to restaurants with friends or eating a home cooked meal with my family. For as long as I can remember, every birthday, graduation, and holiday celebration has been centered around eating. Every Christmas Eve, my extended family gathers to have dinner and celebrate the holiday. The excitement of seeing all my cousins, and anxiously waiting to open a gift before the morning, is one of my fondest memories of childhood. The laughter and the comparing of wish lists all occurred over dinner, and because of these traditions, eating is easily associated with relationships and happiness.
The traditions that keep family and friends close are also the qualities that attract me to running cross-country. Without the social aspect of the sport, I don’t think that I would ever have found my passion for running. Being apart of a team means always having a group of people to eat with, and always feeling welcomed. The Friday night “spaghetti dinners” were my favorite tradition from high school, and now I am excited to be introduced to the pre-race eating rituals for Wittenberg’s team. Sharing meals with my friends, family, and teammates can be very powerful in building relationships. Even though it may be easy for me to forget to eat with my busy schedule, my need to be social trumps all else.