High school and college track and field provided me with a vast array of friendships and competitors, some of whom I enjoyed competing with, and some of whom I loathed. Why? Because many of these sprinters thought they were God's gift to the sport! In college, especially, I remembered thinking to myself, "If you're God's gift to the sport, why aren't you sponsored? Why aren't you at a division 1 school, like Oregon, for example? Why, for Pete's sake, are you thumping your chest and moaning like a gorilla in heat as you get in the blocks?" Thoughts like those permeated my brain on an almost weekly basis, as my confusion at these athlete's humility (or lack thereof) increased with every meet.