A tale as old as time! Kid gets state titles, NXN podium spot, NB Indoors podium spot, wins Brooks PR, gets a Nike Elite high school NIL deal, etc. Local hero status at school, IG followers galore, and gets a whole ten-minute segment on "Good Day Rochester". Signs with the biggest marquee program that he can with a head full of Olympic and pro dreams. Moves across the country with the notion that he is going to be a huge collegiate star...
Then reality hits.
Coach says that he's going to redshirt you during your first year because he already has a logjam of talent on his XC crew. To make things worse, a foreign kid with amazing upside just got plucked off of the portal and a couple of COVID fifth year grad students with NCAA finals experience just arrived. Our young hero doesn't get to travel and mainly paces workouts for the older guys. No big thing! He's going to enjoy a little campus life while the upperclassmen get to see Madison and Lehigh Valley...
But, the party scene kind of sucks. Monied frat boys and third string football players attract all of the hot girls. A few even throw out some barbs about the skinny runner boy in their midst. Just like high school but, now it hurts a bit more. Back home you were still state champ and that brought a little respect from the other jocks. 2000 miles away from home, no one cares because no one knows who you are. You throw back some drinks at multiple house parties, hook up with an equally plowed chubby girl, and then sneak out of her room early Sunday afternoon. Back at the dorm, you try to sleep off your first hangover.
Monday practice and coach wants to know why you are running like s***? You sheepishly tell him about drinking hard on Saturday night. While the other boys grin and laugh about your story, Coach looks furious and wants to speak with you in his office right after the workout. In the office, he very sternly tells you that you are stupid for underaged drinking (a violation of university rules!) undisciplined and not representing the program in a positive light. He also reminds you that any further dumb behavior could jeopardize your roster spot and your athletic aid package. All you have ever known was praise and this dressing down is a complete shock to the system. Now, you feel that Coach hates your guts and wants you out. You miss Mom, Dad, your high school coach, and your old teammates. You alternate between apologetic and angry. In defiant moments, you hit the party circuit and hook up frequently while the team is on the road. Pretty soon, running is no longer fun and spending weekends getting drunken sex temporarily eases the pain, pressure, and disappointment.
Two years pass and our local Olympic hopeful is now an ex-runner pursuing his undergraduate degree as a commuter at a nearby state college while working weekends at Best Buy.