So, I play soccer and I’m okay, but I enjoy it. I am in the 8th grade and I am going into high school in the fall which means that I will play soccer for my high school. Today I had a soccer game and I was just not feeling it today. I was not trying, did not want to be there and just was not having a good time. I came home and tonight I had a talk with my dad about how I need to work harder and if I want to be good at soccer I have to try. He said that I am not having as much fun because I am not as good as some of the other girls and if I want to be good I have to try hard and work at it. I kept putting myself down and saying I was bad at everything and everyone was better than me. I am not exactly naturally athletic as some would say and if I want to be good at a sport I have to work at it. I need to be mentally tough and work through the hard times. After I realized I needed to work harder if I wanted to play soccer my dad said that we as a family were going to wake up early on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to run in the morning. I did not like this news because I like to sleep in as long as I can and was very opposed to this idea. That is something I need to work on; responding positively to input and ideas of my own and other peoples. My grandpa just passed a couple of months ago and some of my mom’s best memories with him is when she would wake up early and go workout with him. My dad said this would be good family bonding time and we won’t run everyday and will do other things. Then I don’t exactly remember what he said but I was very worked up, in tears and mad, and I left and stomped off to my room. I cooled down and then dad came in to talk to me and we had a better talk this time and I decided that I needed to work on my mental toughness so thats why I’m here. Anyhow, I just thought I would share this.