In high school, the only way to celebrate a win (or a loss) was to stop by the local Chick-fil-a on the way home after a game. There, it was customary to ask all my teammates, “Am I a good rusher?” You see, after spending a season going after the QB, another kid got some reps at the job and he was really, really good. He once sacked the opposing QB 4 straight times in one possession. So you can see where my confidence may have been shaken. But after a bit of being reminded that I am at least the 2nd best rusher on the team, I could get back to enjoying my 8 piece nuggets and reveling in the win that may at least have partially been a result of my mediocre play. Now? I spend 48 hours in a darkness retreat after every win. It’s the only way to overcome the nagging doubts that still, I am not a good rusher
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