"Melissa! You're running 4th leg!" If emojis existed back then, I would have definitely been the one with the blue face and bulging, disbelieving eyes. Trying to explain my short-distance, long-distance logic proved ineffective in talking my couch out of putting me in the race. Jesus be a rescue inhaler.
I wasn't just going to aspire to be something familiar and safe. No, I wanted to be wowed by my dreams and taking rockets to the stars appeared to be the only place to start.