The Cold Silence by avery

The Cold Silence by avery - January 2019 Scholarship Essay

The cold tongue of the wind licking at my skin, the eerie silence forcing me to focus on only the thoughts in my head. Absolute loneliness the only thing pushing me to improve and exceed my limits. This is the environment I thrive in. It can only be obtained when not even the bids have began their day, which is why I am a morning person.

In the morning I am in control of the world, the master of a lifeless domain where the only thoughts that matter are my own. The only critics are the voices in my head forcing me to run one lap more, do one more set of stair runs. Being trapped in my own mind forces me to find the point where my the voices in my head start to say, "why not just give up? Nobody is going to know." I want to listen to them but I can feel the silence of the morning pushing down on me, pressuring me to not give in to the temptation of giving up because the world would know that I didn't finish my workout or that I cut my easy run short because I was cold.

When I feel my side aching or my legs struggling to take another step, I rely on the cold wind to give me something to focus on. I focus on it whistling past my ears, causing them to turn bright red with the rush of blood. I focus on the loss of feeling in my fingers instead of how much my legs hurt. I let the cold take my mind to another place where time doesn't exist and before I know it I can hear my watch signaling the end of my run.

The morning creates a space that allows me to push myself farther than I ever thought possible. It gives me mental strength that pushes me to succeed. It allows me to get lost in my own thoughts in an age that forces me to always be paying attention to other people's lives. That is why I am a morning person.