Limitless

Chapter 1

My name is Jacob Gomez. 

I'm a Hispanic Catholic who goes to Bishop Ireton High School in Arlington, Virginia. 

I honestly hate it. 

I'm about to enter my sophomore year, and I'm in the wrong school. 

I always wanted to go to Potomac, a private school, where a bunch of D1 football players have come from. 

Did I mention my love of football? Oh, well. You'll find out later. 

My mother never listened to my football dream, which sprouted when I was in 7th grade. I wanted to get a scholarship to Michigan, and go pro. 

She ignored that. 

She would have liked me to become a priest, a lawyer, or maybe even a basketball or baseball player. She forced me to become an altar server, which I hated because it was a waste of time, going early to Mass. 

"Civilized sports", she would say. 

When she made it clear I couldn't convince her, I decided to put it on hold and train. 

And by train, I mean TRAIN. 

Training like an NFL player (or as close as you can get). Going to the gym every day, going on a 7-mile jog at least twice per week, eating either very little or very healthy, and testing my skills against my friends. 

I spent all day passing the football with my dad, and eventually, I got a private quarterback coach 'for fun'. 

He trained me good, and told me one day I might get a scholarship. 

One thing was, my mom wouldn't even let me do rugby or flag football. 

Seriously, how bad is that?

I continued training, pushing myself harder than anybody ever told me too. Spending time in the gym even after it was closed. Going on jogs at least five times per week. Throwing the ball. Sprinting. Repeat. 

My friends called me weird stuff. 

Freakishly athletic. 

Freak of nature. 

But I didn't mind. I was intended on pursuing my football dream, no matter what anybody said. I quit altar serving (even though I got my phone taken away), and used the new time (a couple hours) to go to the gym even more. 

Truthfully, I'm 6'5 and 215 pounds, and I once ran a 4.31 40 yard dash.

You might ask what position I play, and that's an easy question to answer.

I can any play any position. 

You might say that's impossible, as some positions are difficult to play, and you might ask how being an offensive and defensive tackle or linemen would impact my playing wide reciever, quarterback, or running back. 

The answer is I balance it out. I lift weights, go on jogs, bench press, and do footwork drills that some NFL players find tiring. Most pros go to the gym six out of seven days at the most, like Tyreek Hill or others, but I do it seven days a week, for at least 3 hours a day. 

This year, I honestly think I'm going full tryhard mode in football, and see how it goes.