One day in my third year of college, I was practicing pitching as usual.
Suddenly, the trajectory of the ball I threw and thrown by a pitcher who is active in league games seemed to overlap.
At that moment, I thought, "The balls I throw are completely different from the balls thrown by pitchers who are active in league games. I can't become a professional baseball player."
At the same time, I heard the sound of the thread of my heart breaking.
Until then, there were times when I was timid, thinking that I might not be able to become a professional baseball player.
Each time, I was able to motivate myself, saying, "That's not true. If I practice, I'll definitely be a professional baseball player."
But, this time it was completely different.
I can't even find the energy to motivate myself.
For about three years from the age of 19, I went to the gym during my blank year, and since I entered university, I have faced baseball so much that I thought I had done everything I could.
However, the more I practiced, the more I felt the difference in my abilities compared to the regulars, and I finally came to the realization that I had no talent for baseball.
It was a moment when I had no choice but to accept what I had been rejecting.
I completely gave up my dream.
to be continued...
