Lucky Number 85
I grew up in a competitive family. Everyone in the family was doing well in some particular sport. Being the last-born the bar had been set too high. Inwardly I knew they didn’t expect much from me since I was out of shape and loved being pampered. I was born in the early 80’s and had three brothers and four sisters. My father was very traditional, he loved having a big family and gave us the best.
However he did not entertain slackers in his family, and this cultured a competitive environment within the family. Everybody wanted to outdo the other from sports, academically and financially. Our eldest brother had already set the bar too high, he had gone through the finest schools and participated in numerous sporting events. My other siblings too followed suit and in the sporting arena. My bigger sisters shone when it came to swimming and gymnastics. I knew that I should also follow suit and become the best at sports.
From an early age, I tried breaking the records that my siblings had set. They love bragging how I could never fit into their shoes. The huge age gap between the firstborn and I meant that would endure taunting for a long time. I started participating in competitive sports by joining the little league at the age of 9. Our school performed poorly because I was determined to steal the show. Initially, I wanted to prove to my siblings that I was better than them, and this meant I had to be the little’s league team star.
Whenever I got the limelight, I would end up focusing on myself, and thus I let my teammates down. For this reason, I was kicked off the team because of my selfishness. After being kicked off the team, I became emotional, the chance to outdo my elders had slipped away. I started stress eating and within a little while, I had gained weight. My parents were supportive during this phase; they knew I would outgrow this fear. However, I was unmotivated to change and refused to take up any sport till I reached junior high.
My friends in junior high enjoyed hiking and cycling. In order to fit in, I had to lose weight since I would have trouble keeping up with them when exploring mountain trails on our bikes. They enjoyed making fun how I lose my breath after a few minutes of hiking. During the summer holidays, I tried avoiding junk foods and started jogging.
My brother encouraged me to start jogging in the morning as it was a fast way to get back in shape. I would wake up early in the morning and run till I reached Route 85 and then turn back and jog back home. In total, I would cover about four miles in the early morning jogging session. Route 85 was a bus stop, and funnily enough, I would collect some lost items most of the times I was there.
I kept thinking that 85 was my lucky number. Football, weight loss motivation, gaining more self-confidence, and my mom, who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, were the things I would think about when jogging in the morning. This went on for a year and by now I was had a well-toned body. I decided to join the football team and luckily I was accepted.
The couch initially made me a center back, but I performed poorly in this position. This somehow got to me because I was not filling in their big shoes my siblings had left. After one high school football tournament, the coach called me aside and asked to choose a jersey number. I immediately replied 85; then he placed me as an end. If we won the next-next match, our school would qualify for the regionals.
In that game I stood out, I gave my best, and we ended up winning the qualification match. From there onwards, I knew that number 85 was lucky. We proceeded to the finals thanks to my lucky number and won. Our high school emerged the victors in the nationals. That when it dawned on me that 85 is my lucky number.
In every event that I participate, I insist that 85 is my lucky number, and everyone knows about it. Although I didn’t go pro, I know that I would have shone with my lucky number 85.
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