Growing up, my family was always in motion. We weren’t the type to sit still—we thrived on energy, activity, and a little friendly competition.
My dad, in particular, had a deep love for sports, and he wanted my sister and me to find something we were passionate about. He never pressured us into a specific sport; his only rule was that we commit fully to whatever we chose.
For me, that passion first sparked in swimming and softball.
Both brought me joy, but in completely different ways.
I loved the adrenaline rush of a swim meet—the split-second reactions, the relentless chase against the clock.
But practice?
That was a different story.
I caught myself counting down the minutes until I could go home.
Softball, though, was different. I loved every part of it—the feel of the bat in my hands, the dirt on my uniform, the crack of the ball meeting the sweet spot.
It wasn’t just about game day; I looked forward to the grind, the training, and the bonds built with my teammates.
That’s when I knew.
If I wanted to compete at the highest level, I needed to choose the sport that made me want to show up every single day—not just when it was time to perform.
So, I chose softball.
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