The End Zone

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Super Bowl Champion. All Pro running back. Leading rusher in the NFL.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>All titles I've strived for my entire career and now that I've achieved them the pressure to maintain that status has come with a price.</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Anxiety is a beast.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And it doesn't care that I'm supposed to look tough on the outside it still rages within me. But hiding behind lie after lie it's only a matter of time before everything around me starts to crumble and come to light.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And when they do the one to pick up the pieces is my best friend.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Her suggestion? </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A road trip.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Something to relax my mind and ease some of the pressure.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Except what happens when those old feelings I thought I had buried start rearing their head again? And this time it looks like she might be feeling them back.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My goal every Sunday is making it into the end zone on the field but as the days go on my new end zone the place I know I can safely rest becomes a person.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Mia Clark.</strong></p>