We kept on running 2-3 miles on weekdays in the mornings and building up our long runs even more. They eventually got up to 9, 10, and 11 miles. Every night before our long runs we would have spaghetti for dinner, because pasta is energy, my dad would always tell me to have more and he would say, “It’s like eating energy.” He would also drive out along our running route and plant water
I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?
Disclaimer: This story is realistic-ish fiction It nearly cost me my life. To become the world snowboarding champion, it takes a lot of practice, but mostly time. I got where I am today by hard work and sacrifice. In the championship, I broke both of my legs, but that’s a story for another time (or paragraph.) Snowboarding down a slope 20 times a day, 4 days a week is what it took.
“Sam it worked, no on suspects a thing. You should have seen the look on everyone’s faces.” “That’s great,” Sam replies. “You’re a genius Sam,” Michael says. “I’ve been working in this business a long time son, so I know what sort of things people will believe because they’re so gullible. Everyone loves the story of a sports hero, no one is going to work out that it’s fake.” “Now we have to leave soon because we have to get to the Arcadian hall and I need to make some adjustments to your speech.” The two of them walk out of the building when they are approached by a young boy.
It was 6:00 A.M. and my soccer match was in 3 hours. My alarm clock went off for 5 straight minutes until I finally turned it off and decided to wake up. The night before, I decided to practice for at least 30 minutes but I actually practiced for 2 hours and 30 minutes. I did some sprinting drills, running drills, shooting drills, and just some regular exercise such as push ups and sit ups. As you can imagine I was very tired and sore.
It was the seventh-grade class field trip. After a bus ride that seemed to extend for hours, we finally reached our destination: the Virginia Creeper Trail, a trail in which you are expected to bike ride through the scenic wooded area. Before this trip, I never fully mastered the art of riding a bike and I struggled for weeks trying to conquer this skill. But somehow, I managed to learn the bare minimum. Now forwarding to the actual day of the trip, while riding along on the trail, I felt confident because I was successfully riding a bike without any external support.
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
A few days later, the teams met up with the coaches. There were about 10-13 people on each team, and all of mixed grades from grade 6-8. I didn't really know anyone that well, so I just sat and listened as the coach talked and congratulated all of us for making competitive. Then we started practices that week, and the skill level to me was different then I had imagined from my earlier years of playing. the drills were much harder than I was used too, and I got very confused easily for what I was supposed to do.
Throughout the year, we raise money just for this trip through fundraisers like carwashes, Subway, and even hosting our own meet. The ride from the Southern Tier to New Jersey totals eight hours, but in the end all the driving is worth it. Right next to the invite is a Six Flags amusement park, which is obviously everyone’s main attraction, except me. Since the Wild Safari course is so flat, I am able to run a personal record there every year, however the course does have some obstacles such as half the course being sand. All I can remember is the intense summer rays beating down on my sweat covered face as I practically sprint the entire course.
It was a nice and breezy day, perfect for riding a bike, so I went and took my bike around the park. At first, it was fun, but then it got a little tiring just taking laps around the same mundane area. So I thought to take it on a slope. The first time I rode on that slope filled me with this powerful feeling that I was invincible. Then I went again, only this time, much faster.
“I wouldn 't be so sure about that if I were you,” she said. Somehow by her shift Friday morning the whole community knew about her race with Chris. The people were making bets on who would win and David Celeste’s brother was even selling T-shirts. By noon she was getting a little sick of everyone wishing her good luck o. The big race.
We had a new coach that year and a lot of talent. Our new coach worked our butts off, harder than any other 8 man team in the state. This was difficult for all of us but we later learned that hard work really pays off. My team got a new coach my sophomore year. After we missed the playoffs my freshman year, I remember my team being called into my coach’s office.