My swim career the motivation of my life
How my swim career motivates me forward is a long story. It all starts when I was very young still in swim school. Here in Egypt to graduate from swim school to swim team you have to go through a series of test. These tests are called stars. They are three stars. In swim school, my "class" was divided into two the more advanced one, A, and the less advanced one, B. I was on the B team be a use at that time I was quite a horrible swimmer. Throughout the three stars everyone usually passes only the extremely bad ones fail, which are very few. And I was very fortunate to be one of these very few. I failed and retested three times. I was really that bad. Coaches used to see me as a horrible swimmer and
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He gave me a lot of attention and literally taught me how to swim. He taught me everything and he trained me really hard. He always shouted and insisted that I can do it. To me that nonsense at the time. It was mere imagination. After around a year, something very unusual happened. I qualified for the Nationals with less than 20 split seconds. At the time to me that was amazing. I would've never expected that. I didn't do much at nationals but it's was a …show more content…
Then in 2012 I went and stayed in the states for 6 months. I practiced at a club there and then had to move back to Egypt in December of that year. Then in the fall of 2013 again something amazing happened: I got a gold medal. As my coach, that was a supervisor once said "the gold medal will hang in my chest at nationals" and here I was with a gold medal on my chest.
More to that, that same gold medal got me in the national team that went to the junior African championship in which I did what I consider my biggest achievement in swimming so far. That was my three silver medals one in the 50 breaststroke and one on the 100 breaststroke and one on the medley relay. At that time I thought I have finally become one of the best and that I'd be like those great national swimmers that always win. Or so I
“You two, get the ball down the pool and take a shot, just make sure it’s inbounds, don’t worry if you miss the goal, Kenzie will get the rebound.” My coach has barked these orders on numerous occasions throughout the year and it has never failed to give me a little thrill inside. As an athlete that tends to go unnoticed, getting acknowledgement in such an offhand way is pretty exciting. It shows me I have a place on the team, a job that my team depends on me to do. Water polo is a very difficult sport.
It felt as if i was just coasting along. That year, I earned the team MVP position and all state, all league, and all conference titles. Teams knew that when they had to play our team, they had to try and shoot through a wall. I have witnessed coaches talked strategy on trying to get into my head, get the ball around me, and even try and take me physically out of the game. I was fully dedicating myself and time to the sport, breathing, eating, sleeping waterpolo.
During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.
During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony.
I was an eighth grade girl who was running the same workouts as the junior and senior boys. My team won the conference meet and I won all conference honors. We went on to place second at the section meet, which earned us a place at the state meet. I earned all section honors myself and missed going to state as an individual by only a few places. At the state meet,
This was my tenth season doing competitive cheerleading. People have always told me that Worlds is the most prestigious competition that I will ever get to experience. You don’t realize how amazing it truly is until you see it for yourself. When I made this Worlds team at such a young age, I felt honored and amazed that I got to represent such an amazing team. The division I was in was a large coed level 5.
Misjudged On a hot sunny day at the baseball field I was trying out for the carolina lining and the coach that was their did not believe that i could play good baseball but when we started practicing it looked as if I was the best player on the team and the coach was looking at my dad and was nodding well I figured that he wanted me on the team but even after that I still put one hundred percent on the field every time I put my foot on a baseball field and that is why i 'm still playing of the carolina lining. So don’t ever give up even if you don’t think you are doing good trust me it will work out for you.
In those two and a half years I started racing. My first time I ever raced I got first place and it was the best feeling ever. I was so proud of what I had accomplished and wanted to keep racing. But after I placed first in that class I got bumped up to a new class that had bigger bikes and faster kids. At the time I was still on the 100 and I was racing kids on bikes twice as big as mine.
My determination to get better and overcome my obstacles paid off my senior year when I awarded second-team
My passion for track and field began with a Nike advertisement. At age ten, I opened the newspaper to a two-page spread of the hometown distance running legend Steve Prefontaine overlaid by a paragraph of inspirational copy. It concluded asking, “Where is the Next Pre?” The story of his small town Oregon roots, gutsy racing style, and ambition to be the best resonated with me like nothing ever had before. I told myself I was the next Pre, and then tore off for my first run through the streets of Eugene, Oregon – “Tracktown USA”.
I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.
I nearly drowned when I swam into the deep end of my friends pool , my mother had to jump in and pull me out of the water. Immediately afterwards my parents placed me in swim lessons. I struggled with swimming at first, but I persisted and became a strong swimmer. As my skills improved my parents had me join swim teams where I managed to go to the League Championship. Then I decided to apply my skills to lifeguarding.
When I was eight years old, I joined the Shaker Sharks swim team. I was put in the lowest group and struggled to swim even a 25. I considered swimming a hobby at best, not even realizing it was a sport. Two years later, my family and I moved to Solon. I switched teams to join the Solon Stars Swim Club.
It was mid season, I had just made section time in the 100 backstroke a week ago. I was on my way to being top four on the Sartell swim team, and making the state team. Then one day during the beginning of practice I came above the surface of the water but something was off. I looked around and everyone was looking at me.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense