Today's OneWord: Competitive

It wasn't that Marsha was looking to be competitive; it's that she was good at everything. At lacrosse, at track and field, at math, at English, at trombone, at chess, at Sudoku. She could even make a Sunday crossword with her mom feel like a rivalry-oriented ordeal. She couldn't help it; it was simply in her blood to work her ass off to do well. And do well she did, all the way until she turned twenty-five, and she didn't hear the train whistling one drunken night on the tracks because she was too good at being inebriated.