In my life I value schedules and planning. Despite this, I also love adventures and new experiences. Every day I’m surprised by what odd and unexpected things happen, I never truly know what the next moment will hold. Over the summer I made an interesting decision to embark on a three month long adventure unlike any other I had been through. I decided to join the cross country team. Never in my wildest dreams had I planned on going out for cross country. All my life I was planning on playing volleyball. My older sister played it all through her junior high and high school career, and I attended tons of volleyball camps during grade school. I also played it during both years of junior high. Sometimes though, things just don't really turn out how you expected them too. So with unique circumstances, and a desire to challenge myself with something new, I did the opposite of what I had planned on doing for years. I honestly had no idea what to expect when the cross country season started. I was quite nervous of what the …show more content…
Though it was difficult, it also taught me a lot. I learned that practices can and will always be harder tomorrow, slight inclines are actually mountains, when coach says you have 400 meters left she is lying, and much more. Most importantly cross country taught me that I am capable of so much more than I ever thought, and that you should never give up. Our season recently ended at regionals. The top three teams go to state, and the girls team got fourth by just a few people. We were all pretty bummed that we didn't make it, but we were also proud of what we accomplished. I have a very extreme love/hate relationship with running, but I still plan on running again next year. Cross country has been one of the most difficult and unexpected adventures of my life, but it's also been one of the best. I wouldn't give up all I've gotten from it for the
With my relay team stretched,warmed up, and ready to go, we headed towards the stadium where we would race against the fastest girls in the nation. Intimidated but not deterred we headed out of Tent City and into the gates of Turner Stadium. Knowing this was my last race I would run with my close friends and relay team, being it 's the last race of the season and we all weren’t going to be in the same age group next year, I had a whole new mind set. I was constantly thinking, “we have to make top ten because we can make top ten.” “We have the times, we have the strength, we have the speed, we just need to have the guts to walk in there like we are going to shred the track into pieces.
Of course, as you'd expect I got fourth place in that race. Bummed from the results I learned to keep my head high and keep working I mean I was just a freshman. In the end track taught me that there's always someone better, or faster you just gotta work harder than them. My final sport that I have a passion for is rugby.
Cross country has helped me with my transition from childhood and adulthood by teaching me that success is earned through hard work, determination, and leading by example. That's what I did after my first bad race, I worked hard and continued on my quest and showed my coaches and my teammates that I could lead the
But I guess the most important thing about Cross Country is never give up. And that 's exactly what I did. Have faith in yourself, and keep it going. I didn 't miss any of the practises, I always try my best during the
Getting off the bus, I was ecstatic. It was my chance to help my team in achieving our biggest goal. For fall, the day was particularly hot and humid. I enjoy running in cool, chilly type weather, so the heat was a conflicting factor in my race. But I refused to let the heat bring me down.
In life, not everything will go your way, not everyone will like you, and not every day will be a wonderful day, but you just have to get through it, is what I've learned. I've discovered only this year that I won't perform at my best in every event, but that's why we establish objectives. Cross country gave me the opportunity to meet the wonderful young men I now get to call my teammates, but they are more than just teammates. They are family. We share a connection that I've never known on any other team.
If you believe you can do it, you can. Cross country has so many perks. I know from my own personal experiences in the sport. Because of this sport I learned the benefits of hard work as well as teamwork. The skills you acquire from being in cross country are essential to know, and help you to succeed in today 's society.
Through the miles we have developed a strong camaraderie and passion for the sport. I would give up all of my other activities to keep running cross-country.
And we were off; All 13 of our runners and 55 of theirs exploding off the starting line and across the field. I was in front, I always was for about the first 100 yards, then a wave of runners passed me and I settled in to where I was supposed to be. The light rain hit my face and body as I pushed through the 3.1 mile course. Although I had no shot at winning, I hoped my teammates in front of me were giving it all they had, albeit they most likely weren’t doing much better. After settling into a rhythm, I started to battle with a runner near me.
This was also the first time I felt my heart had it’s own mind. My heart was saying ”Jump out of Mikayla and go back home… She’s crazy!” Back to reality…there was no turning back once all of the girls from each team lined up on the starting line. I remember telling myself that as long as I didn’t get last place I could possibly be considered a decent runner.
There is a bond between me and the girls on my synchronized swimming team. I stand in the center of an intricate web, ropes tying me to all twenty-five girls. Some of the connections are loose, providing enough slack to allow independent movement. Others are tightly wound, connecting me to my teammates completely. As my swimming team’s captain, I have gained awareness to my team’s deeper level of relationships.
Arms flailing excitedly, I felt my heart pound faster and faster as I closed in on the small goal I had seen so many times before in practice. "Go, Kaylin, go!" someone yelled from the sidelines. My mind was strangely calm with my sole thought being to strike the ball. I hammered it with all my might and watched with growing excitement as it slowly rolled into the back of the net.
I can say it has been over a year since I did my last amateur cross country race, between moving, family/work responsibilities and a self admitted laziness in actually getting my ass to a race early Sunday morning when I could be sleeping in, I do, in fact miss this part of my cycling experience, therefore I am hoping to join in on the racing festivities next spring when the local mountain bike series starts up again. Even though I have not done much racing lately, I have been doing plenty of riding and having a blast exploring all the sweet trails in my small part of the world. While writing this article on racing I was reminded of all the excitement, nervousness and unplanned chaos that comes hand in hand with weekend racing and I suddenly remembered why I began racing in the first place: because I love the chaos, I love the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as I stand at the start line, waiting for the race director to yell, GO, and I love getting beat up on a technically and strenuously demanding race course and then crawling across the
It was my home course, the hardest course in Southeast Alaska. Its steep, grueling hills made the three miles feel like forever. I remember thinking to myself that I wasn’t good enough, I didn’t deserve to be on Varsity, I didn’t deserve to be captain of the girls team. These thoughts prompted me to drop out of the race.
While this was disappointing, I knew I had two more years to try again. When I entered the track and field season