I had a constant dizzying worry that I would screw this game up and not be able to play again. The day of the game, I feared the worst, which only made the metaphorical butterflies fluttering in my stomach flutter faster throughout my entire body. This feeling lasted all the way to Perry. When the team finally got out of the luxurious, top 1% looking bus, my nervousness had manifested itself so deep into my subconscious that even blinking brought on images of embarrassment and failure. As we walked into the gym, I was immediately startled by how bright it was.
Another time when I was faced with fear was my first ever high school cross country race. I was extremely worried that I would run a poor time and embarrass myself, even though I had no clue on what a good time or a bad time was. There was absolutely no pressure on me to run a certain time or be in a certain place, but my mind created a bunch of “what if” scenarios that put the fear of embarrassing myself in my head. When the race was over and everybody said that I ran a fast time for my first race, I realized that I there was nothing to be afraid of because there was no pressure other than the pressure I put on myself. However, I still get nervous before every race, but after my first race, I learned how to use those nerves and fear to push me to run faster rather than hold me back.
For example, on my first run, it felt like I was always tripping over rocks, I felt like I was always running out of energy to continue running, and as a result of these factors, I was immensely frustrated with myself for not being able to perform this activity to the level that I would expect myself to perform. The adaptivity of human motor behavior played a role in fixing the first problem of always tripping over things, as after the run I realized that my problem was that I was not picking up my feet far enough from the ground to get over some of the rocks, and by going on a few runs since and focusing on lifting up my feet a bit more and making sure that they don’t drag, I no longer have that problem. As far as running out of energy to quickly goes, it was after a few more runs and noticing how other people ran on the trails that I was able to solve that problem, I realized that my years of playing lacrosse had trained my to run quickly, but for short periods of time, on the trail I had been pushing myself too hard, resulting in quick tiring and many breaks. Once I realized this, I was slowly, over the next half dozen runs, able to slow myself down and focus on moving along at a more consistent pace. Lastly, sport psychology played a huge role in how the overall experience of trying out trail running.
This is a personal story I am sharing because I had one my most accomplished days of my life, yet life doesn’t always turn out perfect. It was late winter, senior year, when my second season of track and field started. I was well excited to be out in the crisp, fresh air to start practicing for my events. I decided to try high jump that season, along with long jump of course. Still, I had to be careful from the deep laceration
Growing up I had really bad confidence in myself, and wrestling helped me build my confidence it was always so hard to believe in myself at times. I would also struggle to try new things new hobbies, or new sports because I would either bring myself down, and would say I won’t be good at it, or I’ll embarrass myself, and people would laugh, and judge me. But then I heard some of my guy friends talk about wrestling and it seemed interesting, classified as an intense sport, and it also seemed hard, but something inside told me to try it
BANG!!! The starting gun fired and everyone in the front started to sprint while I went at my usual jogging pace. It would be my last cross country meet and while running I thought about my first day of practice. It was a slightly warm late summer day and that day I got a small taste of what we do in cross country and I could tell it would definitely be a challenge for me. Our first meet had been extremely easy, only being 1 mile.
In Langston Hughes’ poem “Mother to Son,” the speaker discusses overcoming obstacles. I overcame an obstacle when I was sad and unmotivated about schoolwork because it was getting harder for me. Like the poem’s speaker, “I’se still climbin’, life for me ain’t been no crystal stair”; I went through a rough period but I eventually was motivated again and was able to work on school. This line relates to my situation because I may go through bad times more than once but in the end, I know I will be able to get back up and continue no matter what happens. I, like everyone else, have gone through a rough period in my life but I was able to get through it!
My friends said that the middle was less, scary but unfortunately it was taken so we had to go to the top I was about run out of the ride but my friends were holding me back creak! creak! The gate closed I was horrified , but the seat belt held me back. It started moving higher and higher me screaming like my life depended on it but laughing and crying at the same time I was going through mixed emotions. Then
My legs got wobbly as everything began to spin and the next thing I knew I was falling to the ground. Starting cross-country my senior year was terrifying, but I am so grateful I did because this moment during my first race taught me a lot about my strength and persistence when I am tested with any type of challenge. It has allowed me to overcome anything I may face not only in running but in all aspects of my life. My senior year I switched from the Orange County School of the Arts to Edison High School and joined the cross-country team. I started training with the team over the summer.
The race started like any other, I felt the adrenaline pumping and felt like nothing could stop me. As the race continued, I drew closer to the point in a race where I always gave up on myself. In this particular race, I began to feel this way as I was approaching a large hill. I knew that I could either stop, or I could push through the pain. Any other day, I simply would have quit, but today I decided to be better.
As I was making my way down a hill, I could hear coach Olson in the background telling me to keep going. I was so tired of running and out of breath I shook my head at him. No matter how painful the cramps were or how thin the air was passing through my lungs, coach reminded me that I can do this, I was strong enough, and to believe in myself. I knew all the hard work I have put into the season and I knew I have been through worse amount of pain. That small reminder of believing in myself had helped me finish that race.
“Touchdown Lafayette!” This was the start to my high school career and we were losing in the first half of the game. It took them forever to score so I believed that the defense could go hard and stop them just once. We knew if we lost it would be some smack going on social media so someone had to step up. Its 2nd and 12 in the 3rd quarter and we are winning by 4. Down set hut, the person I 'm guarding runs deep and I drop back.
Whether it be a failing grade, not making a sports team, or not winning a game, there is always a lesson to be learned. These lessons help in preparation of the future. Last fall, in 2014, I was a component to the Sainte Genevieve High School Girls Cross Country Team. The entirety of the season, the team was plagued with illnesses and injuries. Although we had a very talented, hardworking team, we struggled to win the meets we attended.
It was only after winning the knight’s tournament that I, Lady Caroline Beaureax, felt confident for the first time in my entire life. Time after time, I had been repressed in a bottle of obedience and weakness, but today that spring inside of me sprung to life. For all of my life, I was trained to do nothing more than manage a household and sit perfectly. Every day, my secret desire to learn combat kept growing, but in fear of society, I had never been able to overcome my fear of becoming a social outcast. Nevertheless, as I held my sword high, dripping with blood, I felt proud to have broken free of the chain that my people had bonded me in since birth.
My purpose in joining cross country was to prove to my self and others that I have the will the never give up. XC is a tough sport that nobody can magically get good at over night. It took dedication and hard work to get to where you are at the end of the season. I remember running a 26:43 in 9th grade but I practiced and practiced. Now I hold a personal record of a 18:41 for my last year of cross country in high school.