Hurdling – it’s more than just a sport; it’s an art, a dance with time. Those 12 seconds when it’s just me, the hurdles, and the lane, it’s like the world holds its breath. Hurdling is not merely an athletic endeavor; it’s an emotional journey that occasionally propels me to both exhilarating heights and the depths of despair when perfection eludes me.

What is hurdling? To me, it’s not just a physical skill; it’s an intricate craft that has taken me a decade to master. And yet, mastery remains elusive because hurdling is a ceaseless evolution. Every year, it demands a new focus, a fresh perspective, and a higher level of precision. When I talk about hurdles, I refer to the physical ones that runners gracefully leap over. But it’s also a metaphorical extension of these barriers and obstacles that we strive to conquer in life. These figurative hurdles represent the challenges, setbacks, and obstacles that we encounter on our personal and professional journeys.

Hurdling, both in sport and in life, reminds me that the journey is just as important as the destination. Each leap over a hurdle represents a choice to overcome, to persevere, and to grow. And it’s this profound connection between the physical and metaphorical hurdles that makes hurdling not just a skill but a profound, transformative experience. Which makes me excited for the future.