I’m laying on the ground my ears are ringing as I slowly get to my feet I notice a sharp pain in my left arm. This whole idea was put in my head about a month before. Recently, at 5:30 I am sitting under a pavilion listening to the rock and roll music blasting in the background while eating a bagel I 'm not saying much I am looking back at the my first year of riding and wonder how i got to wear i am today, awaiting the start of my first 100 mile mtb race, i recognize how breaking my arm was instrumental to my success as a mountain biker. I think back to when it all started just over a year ago. I think back to that particularly boring summer day when I decided to ride my bike again. It had been a nearly two years since I had ridden last. It sparked something inside of me. Soon mountain biking consumed my every thought. Soon I decided to set my sights on ultra endurance mountain bike race ,ORAMM. I had eight months to train for the 60 miles and 10,000 feet of elevation gain. A few weeks later I decided that clip in pedals would help me finish ORAMM. One rainy fall afternoon I decided to go out and practice getting in and out of clip pedals. I started riding and then in while taking a turn too fast I crashed, leaving me on the ground my ears ringing and with a sharp pain …show more content…
Each week off the bike felt like an eternity. After a week I decided to try and ride with my cast. I rode around my neighborhood for a short time, but soon my arm started to hurt again. I stopped, disappointed that my arm had started hurting again. I didn 't try and ride again for the next five weeks. As soon as my cast came off I was back to riding my bike. If my injury did anything, it motivated me to want to ride more. Soon I was training harder than ever and getting faster every ride. Breaking my arm also taught me to be more careful when riding clipped in. Soon came race day I finished in 7 hours 20 minutes. I had not only finished, I also set the record for under 16 and won the youth
Of course, as you'd expect I got fourth place in that race. Bummed from the results I learned to keep my head high and keep working I mean I was just a freshman. In the end track taught me that there's always someone better, or faster you just gotta work harder than them. My final sport that I have a passion for is rugby.
Stephen Murray 's Life And His Impact On The Sport Of BMX The purpose of my essay is to inform the reader of Stephen Murray’s story on his life and how even though he has been paralyzed from the neck down he is still a positive person. It is also to inform about Stephen 's organization “STAY STRONG”, and how it has helped other bmx riders in similar situations. I plan to discuss Stephen Murray 's life before and after his accident and the technology that helps him live, and his impact on Action Sports.
Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master. It 's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if you 're not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding, but also witness me mastering this incredible sport.
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”.
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,
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
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,
I should have imagined what to do in this scenario, because it was the only one that actually happened. It was the regional meet in Delta. This was the fastest course in the state, as evidenced by the incredible times run there. This meet was the culmination of over six months of work, physical therapy, and weightlifting. So far throughout the season,
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
I got my arm out from under my head and the second I looked at my radius and ulna, I felt excruciating pain shoot up my arm. “Call 911” my coaches yelled at each other as if they were both thinking the exact same thing. I was concerned but they were terrified. My parents were called.
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.
as i was falling i tried to grab onto the bike but it just made it land on me. i started crying not knowing how to feel, depressed,disappointed in myself for losing my balance. from that day i stopped riding i didn 't want to get hurt again all my cousins would come over and try to say
I sprinted the first 100 feet. My legs were moving so fast compared to the rest of my body. In addition, I could hear footsteps behind me. I was only half a mile in. I was feeling good about this race.
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
Being raised in my unique family situation, I was blessed with the opportunity to learn from my older brother’s successes and failures that allowed me to realize the importance of learning from others. At age 4, I began learning to ski as my first sport and the lessons learned have continued to help me throughout life. Being the youngest skier in our group, I was challenged to keep up with the more experienced skiers, which motivated me to learn quickly and progress to more difficult terrain. With the encouragement of my mother, I began racing dirt bikes through the Motocross Racing Association as the youngest in my class for my bike. I began to learn from the others around me on how to progress my abilities, work on my bike, and succeed in