Sweat drips down my face, beading on my forehead and cheeks, chest heaving from the exertion of the past ten minutes. I stare at the Kibbie Dome ceiling just below the blazing lights and beam with a fierce passion in my eyes. I hold my position, muscles tight and ready to spring into action at any moment.
I am not a soccer player. I am not a football player. I am not on spirit squad.
I am on the color guard of the Vandal Marching Band. And I am no less of an athlete than anyone else who takes the Kibbie Dome field.