Once upon a time, I played paintball. The rush, the adrenalin, the pain, and the glory seems to be a mere murky memory. I have walked past my old blue empire gear bag buried in the corner of my garage for over two years now. Covered in cobwebs, I often picture what's inside, but I never get the courage to take a peak. If I think hard enough, I can remember there being two halos, a Russian Legion pack, an empire mask, and my favorite old Shocker. Every time I pass that old bag, my mind wonders down memory lane to all of those victorious moments, heartbreaking defeats, and miserable plane rides. I often ask myself if I should dust off those old track spikes and see if I've still got it, or should I keep the memories locked up and let them rest in peace much like the Titanic. For me, that is the question. Take my advice and enjoy every stance you take on the podium, every gut wrenching defeat, and every crummy hotel room. Don't take anything on this ride for granted. Instead of reading this, go run. Go sprint. Go train. Treat every game like it's your last. Play every second of every game with your talent, your mind, and your heart. Who knows what the future holds; perhaps, we will meet at coin toss one day.