I wish I could sum up track and field in one word. Instead, this sport is much more than words could make up. It’s not a word, but rather a feeling you get when you’ve had a horrible day of class and all you want is to come to practice, do your tempo for the week, and talk with your teammates. It’s the feeling you have when you’re standing on the line at the end of the meet in a 4x400m and every single one of your teammates is standing next to the track, cheering you on as loud as they can. It’s the feeling you get when you see one of the throwers hit a big throw on their last attempt, or a jumper setting a personal best, or a runner coming back to win a race. I can’t describe this team in one word, because I couldn’t possibly describe what this team has done for me and every one of my teammates in a word.
Track and field is undefinable. It is a sport like no other, with feelings only describable by experience. I have no doubt without my male teammates by my side, my track and field experience would be defined by one word: incomplete. We are One Tribe, and as a current Tribe track athlete, I want to do everything in my power to make sure this team is NOT defined by one person, one race, one gender and one poorly made decision.