As my high school career comes to a close, I would like to reflect on the most embarrassing story of all time.

I know you’re probably thinking it can’t be that bad, but I’m debating whether I should even tell this story as I continue to write this paragraph.

Every year during soccer season, each player must pass the “ManU” fitness test. For those of you unaware of what this is, you basically have to sprint the entire length of the football field repeatedly until you think you’re going to die.

The team lines up on the line and we start to run. The first 10 sprints aren’t that bad. And I’m thinking, I can totally finish this.

After about 15 sprints I lose all feelings in my legs, but I didn’t really think much of it. The only thing going through my mind is that I have to finish this fitness drill.

Then I feel it. I literally wet my pants. Yes people, this really did happen.

I managed to get through the end of the drill and changed into a pair of shorts, provided for me by one of my teammates.

Yes, the fitness drill was possibly one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but in the end I finished it. And who cares if I wet my pants in the process?

I used to sweat the small stuff, but now I don’t care anymore. There is more to high school than worrying about what people think of you.

And realistically, I doubt you can run ManU’s.