One of the most difficult activities which I have ever endeavored is that of running cross country. I am not, and have never been, particularly athletic; in fact, for quite some time, I was overweight. As a child, my parents put me into practically every sport available. Being of not only of lower physical prowess but also lower patience, I had a tendency to become frustrated and tire of these sports quickly and was usually loathe to try a new one. Despite this, shortly after coming to St. Bernard, I became involved in Cross Country. Running breathlessly through the incredibly rough terrain of St. Bernard’s trails, I thought this perhaps the most terrible sport yet. At the insistence of my mom and dad, a runner himself, however, I stuck with
I told myself I had to finish the race, that I couldn’t just stop and walk away from it. The coaches and my teammates cheered for me to keep going. By the end of the race I started to cry because the pain was so bad I could hardly breathe. Coach Moser literally had to carry me back to camp
and I just didn't get excited about anything. I felt like there was nothing I was passionate about. For the first couple weeks of cross country practice I wasn't so sure about it. I kept at it and eventually I wound up loving it. I loved more than just the running part of it.
I found myself in the middle of the pack; not in the lead, but not dead last either. I knew I could do better. I started passing runners one by one and then I had an epiphany– what more is there to lose? After all, cross country is all about pushing through your biggest pain.
Our cross country teams won our first meet of the season, but there is more to the story than just the two trophies we brought back. It was an extremely unpleasant race for three different reasons. Our meet was in Snyder, Texas. As soon as we pulled up, I knew the course was not going to be the least bit enjoyable. The entire course was dirt; it was very dry and dusty.
Throughout my life I have received some awards that I am proud of. The ribbons I receive are for running. I been told by many people, and adults that I’m a good runner. Ever since elementary track and field days,running the 50 meter dash, I have received compliments from many adults and family. As I grew up my love for running grew.
Have you ever felt the need to improve your life? I joined the cross country team my sixth grade year to do just that. Cross country requires tremendous amounts of hard work, dedication, and willpower to succeed in. Running takes a lot of hard work, but add in ten miles or more a day at seven minutes per mile pace with hills it, becomes even harder.
During the meet I thought how hard it is to run 3.1 miles on hills and wet
The pain I had running a twenty one flat 5k, felt the same as the pain I had when running my personal record, but obviously the results were not the same. I put in all the work at practice but I still couldn’t get my times to where I wanted them. My season was not turning out how I thought it was going to. My times were close to a minute off from the year before, but my legs were just as tired if not more.
My purpose in joining cross country was to prove to my self and others that I have the will the never give up. XC is a tough sport that nobody can magically get good at over night. It took dedication and hard work to get to where you are at the end of the season. I remember running a 26:43 in 9th grade but I practiced and practiced.
I hope that this essay taught you more about track and field and maybe got you interested in joining a team. Running could also help you stay in shape today and in the future. This essay should have informed you about: perfect form, breathing techniques, how to eat, the events in track and field, some simple warm ups you could do, and some different tips and tricks to help you run. Hope it helped to inform
I am out for a run training with my friend from the track team. The air is crisp and dry, like any other winter day in New England. We are training for an upcoming indoor meet where Coach is hoping to dominate the distance events. The two of us are forced to run outside because our school only has three treadmills, which which are reserved for the girl’s team. We take the usual route following various side streets until reaching the trail.
Racing hurts way too much; for twenty minutes every week I subject my body to more pain than sanity tells me I should. But maybe that's just it. Maybe cross country runners are all a little crazy. I would be hard-pressed to find a runner unwilling to admit that. Like all true madmen, though, we wallow in our insanity.
My pounding heartbeat plugged my ears and all I could hear were my own taunting thoughts. Can I finish? Is it over yet? Come on, I am not a quitter. All summer, my friends and family encouraged me to do cross country.
In the middle of the run there was a fork in the snow, it either lead to a black diamond run or a blue run. My dad asked me and my brother if we we’re up to go on the black diamond run, and I replied “No way”, but we went down it anyway, I went even faster than I was before, it gave me a huge adrenaline rush, and every time I fell, I got back right up like it was nothing. It was an amazing experience going down this massive hill, I’m really glad I spent time with my family
When one is asked to imagine a dangerous sport, he or she is likely to imagine a sport in which one can sustain major injuries. Such sports can include parachuting, bridge jumping, and, most importantly, mountaineering. Mountaineering is a sport in which many players enjoy the adrenaline rush, due to its level of intensity. However, should certain benefits of the sport be a compromise for its dangers? According to considerable evidence provided, the benefits that accompany mountaineering is not a proper justification for the perils involved.