ring my senior year of high school, I had a wrestling rival during my senior wrestling season by the name of Frankie Negrini. My rival was from a rival town called Pompton Lakes that my team would always have intense matches against. This kid had always beat me by maybe one point or even two points. The kid always was one step ahead of me every time we stepped on the wrestling mat. The many times I had loss to him it just made my confidence just go down the drain a lot of the time.
the drills were much harder than I was used too, and I got very confused easily for what I was supposed to do. After some more practices, I started doubting the skill I had because of the drills and plays we did. From that day forward, I realized that you learn from the tiny mistakes and all you can do to get better was to never give up, even if you weren't the best at something. I challenged myself to try my hardest at practice, and after a while I finally understood more plays and drills thanks to some practice and my very supportive teammates. Throughout the season, I learned that you should NEVER give up on what you love to do, and that you should always challenge yourself to get better by practicing or asking for some
My primary position on the junior varsity team was quarterback. Although we had many outstanding athletes, our first season was far from successful; however, my eighth and ninth grade years, we went undefeated in football. In middle school, I continued my baseball career with the school; yet, my desire to be on the diamond shifted more towards football. Sports brought a glorious feeling into my life in middle school; on the other hand, not everything turned out the way I had expected, for a tragic event changed my life forever. Something horrendous occurred to my close friend, Payton Mitchell.
We stayed aggressive the whole game bumping cutters making sure they got no easy buckets, and we ended up winning 52-15. We ended up playing in the championship game on Sunday. We played the Rising Stars. They were all just as talented as us so it all came down to whoever plays the hardest. We had a different starting lineup this game.
I dragged myself out of bed every morning at five thirty and worked out hard for two hours before going straight into mental focus at class. I spent what little free time I had learning and refining my soldier skills for Ranger Challenge. As the amount of light in the mornings dwindled, so did the number people vying for a spot on the team. Some quit and others got cut. However, I stuck with it.
Julia Young English 1010 Larson, P.3 Personal Narrative The professional boxer Muhammad Ali once said, “I hated every minute of training, but i said ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life a champion.’ ” This quote became relatable the moment I looked back on the start of my cheerleading “career”. My older sister Aarika cheered for Brighton while I was in 7th grade, she tried convincing me for months to join a team and finally I agreed. I wasn’t very excited, I wasn’t thrilled having to be thrown into something I didn’t know anything about, and I was absolutely terrified about being the “new girl” on the team. I remember that first practice, walking into the gym and being shaken by the loud blaring music and girls running around
I was exhausted and discouraged, but I wouldn’t let that stop me from succeeding. My team helped keep this mantra alive throughout the season. Each day, after relentless corrections were screamed at us for several hours from the end zone, we would tell each other the things we did well and laugh about our mistakes. By the first competition, I was catching each toss in our show, but it was the failures leading up to that perfect moment that transformed me during that season. What I thought would be a summer of failures taught me the most valuable lesson of all- the only flags you truly drop are those that you do not even try to
Snowboarding down a slope 20 times a day, 4 days a week is what it took. It was a long road, but here I am today and this is my story. I won my title by working my way up the ranks. Tournament by tournament I climbed, and I almost quit twice. It wasn’t just the minor injuries, but with all the snowboarding I didn’t have time for much else, I was pretty much a washed-up manchild with a beard.
Highlighters had surprisingly become my closest friends as I studied the 10 different subjects that Decathlon required its competitors to master. A few months prior, I would have laughed at the thought of studying for five hour sessions daily, as all I had known previously was binge reading chapters the night before and into the morning before a test. But the determination to deviate away from my poor academic past led me to apply that same discipline which football had ingrained in me to
When I was in high school, football was my primary after school activity. For at least fifteen weeks I would spend five days a week doing something with football. My senior year I started for a team that only lost one game in the regular season. Now that I look back at my time as a football player I can see very obvious stimuli for my growth as a player and a person. From the time I first started playing to the end, I wanted to get better, my brothers on the team pushed me and I had coaches that taught and pushed me.
You have to work for them. Once the season started I knew what I had to do to get my chance to win a state title. I started the season off, being ranked first at my weight class which was 106 lbs. That was a huge confidence booster and that 's when I knew it was my chance to win a state title. I went through the first half of the season being undefeated and then the second match back from Christmas break I bumped up to wrestle the third ranked wrestler at 113 lbs.