I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to. Nothing was extraordinary about my life. I was just a normal ninth grader on the junior varsity cross country team. My times were not that great, so I had no intention of running varsity at all. We had a Saturday meet at Walker, but only the top seven varsity girls were going to compete.
Pete was not the reason that Louie started running track: “It was Louie’s weakness for girls” (15). Determined to impress the ladies Louie began running on the track team. After his first meet, Louie wasn’t very interested, but Pete made him train harder, and Louie kept getting better. In high school, Louie “Ran a mile in 4:21.3 but said if he would’ve ran his second lap faster he could have run it in 4:18” (21). Training harder and harder, Louie earned a scholarship to USC.
Most of this was a lie. It was originally believed that eleven women ran this race, but it was only nine. All of the women finished the race, and no one dropped out. “The sensational descriptions are much exaggerated I can assure you” (Harold Abrahams; Runner’s World). After this event, the women’s 800 was cut out of the Olympics until 1960.
Step 7: The Atonement. After achieving the goal of running thirteen miles, I want to push myself even more and try a triathlon. While training for this triathlon I have learned how to swim better, have biked sixteen miles, and got an even better time in a 5k run. This has been the most intense training I have done in my life so far. Even though, it is hard training for this triathlon I think this will be a good experience for me.
Have you ever ran in a cross country meet? I have ran in countless cross country meets; I have been running cross country for eight years now. Every race I run is a challenge, no matter what, because I push by body to its limit. Most people do not consider cross country to be fun. The enjoyable part is definitely not the race itself, but the feeling afterwards knowing that I kept pushing myself when my body and mind were both telling me to stop.
Before my senior year began, I wasn’t wasting my time running around, but I was definitely running. I ran a total 442 miles to train for the full Towpath Marathon this fall, which I completed at the age of 17. Running a marathon is definitely a NTA, as most teenagers spend their time running away from challenges, while I tackled the 26.2 mile obstacle feet first. Within 48 hours after the race, I set a new goal of running the distance in every state of America, and am now training for Marathon 2 of 50.
I was very wrong about that. During the tryouts, I couldn’t keep up with the other girls. I didn’t make the team, but I was the home manager for the team. I enjoyed being the manager because I got to see how much running I would have had to do if I had made the team. I am so glad that I didn’t make the team, because I can’t run over a long period of time and I would have to be in a game for 30 minutes at a time.
The day of April 15th, 2013 and the week that followed will always be engrained in my mind. Although this date may seem arbitrary to most, those who lived in Boston knew it as Patriots Day or Marathon Monday. For everyone at my school, it had always been a tradition to go down to the finish line to cheer on the racers, many of which were our fellow classmates and professors. Those who were lucky enough (as was the case for my fraternity and I) were selected to hand out water at Mile Marker 23, three miles away from where the bomb went off that day. Flash forward to the night of Thursday, April 18th, 2013; I am huddled in a corner with three of my friends in our dormitory - Forest.
Saving people and risking your life to people you don’t know, that’s a true hero. First, you try to be a hero for your disabled kid no matter what you have to do. In passage 1, it says, “ Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons.” Here is a little back up story, When Rick was nine months old the doctors said that he would be a vegetable the rest of his life, not being able to do anything. The told Rick’s parents to put him in an institution, they didn’t do that so they kept him and helped him with marathons and other sports he couldn’t do. They gave Rick something to where he could type what he wanted to say and it would say it for him.
I had decided to peruse this 3/C because her conduct and aptitude grade had fallen significantly since last semester. It was apparent that she had been struggling, so I decided to counsel her to help her get back on a successful track. Since the beginning of plebe year this midshipmen was not only loved by her classmates, but she excelled in sports and stayed out of trouble; however, this semester was quite the opposite. I chose to rectify or rather help the 3/C guide herself