It was the moment I had been practicing for. I was finally going to try out for my middle school cheer team and hopefully make it. I was so excited I could barely focus on my classes that day. I had run through all of the steps at least 50 times that day. I had always wanted to do cheerleading and this was my moment to do it.
So I listed every skill I learned in my years of dance. After filling them out we got in a space so we could stretch. After stretching from a high school dancer from the coaches varsity dance team. We started to learn the dance, the dance was a little hard but it’s supposed to be hard, because it’s the dance prep team.
Since I was one of the top runners with a fast time of the one hundred and two hundred events, I had qualified for sectionals. Also, for the four by one relay and the four by four relay, the team of four that I competed in, both qualified for sectionals because we had been the top runners for these events. It was the end of another practice in track, and I stood next to the entrance of the school, waiting for my parents to come pick me up to go home. As I was waiting, I looked outside. The grass was swaying, the sun was behind the clouds like it was playing hide and seek, and the branches of the trees were waving to all nature around them.
All year around I practiced and I could see myself get better but I didn't know if I was good enough to compete in high school basketball. Finally, freshmen year tryouts came, and this year I was confident in my ability but I was also nervous because we had to tryout in front of coaches and upperclassmen I didn't know. Tryouts lasted three days at the end the coaches announced who made the team. The new coach called my name and I slowly walked up to him hoping I was going to make the team.
The next event was floor and it was my turn to compete. During the middle of the routine I was doing a leap pass and I went to jump and in the middle of my jump I got distracted by one of my teammates and I came down and broke my growth plate in my ankle. I had to go to the emergency room
For some reason I could not put it all together in the competition setting and ended up not clearing any bar the two first meets in a row. I felt like giving up, I had put my heart and soul into this and was not getting anywhere near the results I had expected. Even though I was at my lowest point I knew I loved the sport far too much to ever quit,
I remembered my father told me “ you better get ready because this is some real shit”. My body started to feel different, I wasn't feeling scared I was feeling adrenaline running all over by body. I couldn't wait for those roping skills and techniques to come to me, I had to work real hard. Those skills didn't come overnight. It was all the hours I spent in the arena practicing ,roping poles, bushes, dogs or anything I could see I would be able to rope.
I walked out into the hallway and could hardly breathe. I was pulled from the competition but still traveled with the team. It was sad to see them perform without me, but I knew my health was more important. Senior year, I started cheerleading with new coach and everything was going well. No one had been hit in the head or hurt.
For my coach’s theory practicing is the key to success not only in baseball also, in any sport. After class I went to practices to be a good baseball player and like my other teammates to achieve our goal. In fact, every time we were at practice our mentality was to make that practice the best one. One time at the field I was feeling bad and I can’t concentrate at the field because I had too much homework to do in my classes, it was my first week at college, I was trying to get ahead of everything and get comfortable with my new program, but at the end of the day I handle it
After the first practice I told my mom I wanted to quit. I told her they were beginners and I need a more advanced team to show off my skills. My mother asked me if it was really was that bad and then I told her, “It was worse than that.” Then my mom kicked me of
Deciding to go as soon a possible was a really good idea for me because I usually wait until the last minute. I feel like i'm a little ahead of my initial plan. It was originally for a standing and a roundoff back handspring but those are not the only skill I have gained, I have an aerial and i'm learning more. What I have learned
I was somewhat nervous because of my mistake in the open hurdles; nevertheless, I had my teammates to encourage me. Despite my slipup, they told me there was no way I could lose and that we would win our national title. After winning and getting our national rings, I realized that all I had to do was believe in myself and my training would allow me run my personal best throughout the
My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me, “No matter what happens out there, just remember it's about having fun.” As I came into practice I was greeted by the familiar faces that were at the tryout. The first thing we did was throwing with a partner.
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