Lacking self-confidence can decrease one's' eager to learn, ability to focus, and the wish to take risks. I've always been a person who was shy and lacked self-confidence. Even if everyone else thought I was the best at something, I somehow found my way to feeling self-doubted. I tried blocking out the doubt several times, but I just don't happen to feel myself.
It was August 2008, on a breezy afternoon I decided to join the soccer team nearby. I whatsoever did not know how to play soccer at all. I tried and tried to kick the ball into the goal, but it just wouldn't go. It would just keep going to either left of the goal or the right. If the ball even reached near the goal, the goalie would end up catching it. I had to practice and practice for weeks to learn how to kick the ball into the goal, with the goalie blocking the
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The park in one circle is about 1.2 miles. My goal was 2 miles. A reach mistakenly thought to be a breeze.
I thought it'd be easy because it wasn't too hot out. But after about 1 mile I was feeling a pain that I've never felt anything like before. The enduring feeling of a broken waist, burn through my lungs, and the need for so much water. The failure to run 2 miles bothered me so much. I felt so disappointed in myself. After that, I decided to make it my goal to keep running every day until I could reach the distance without stopping. I literally forced myself to wake up at 6 am just to run. I had to drink water more than I usually would. I took a water bottle with me where I went to stay hydrated.
After 2 weeks, I finally reached my goal. The satisfaction scrutinized me. I had proven myself that I'm capable of running 2 miles. Who can say that I can't run more than 1 mile? Even 3, 5, 6, 8 miles. Sophomore year, when I was in Cross Country. My mile time went from 8 minutes to 6 minutes. I couldn't believe my eyes. Every finish of a run started to feel like some kind of
With my relay team stretched,warmed up, and ready to go, we headed towards the stadium where we would race against the fastest girls in the nation. Intimidated but not deterred we headed out of Tent City and into the gates of Turner Stadium. Knowing this was my last race I would run with my close friends and relay team, being it 's the last race of the season and we all weren’t going to be in the same age group next year, I had a whole new mind set. I was constantly thinking, “we have to make top ten because we can make top ten.” “We have the times, we have the strength, we have the speed, we just need to have the guts to walk in there like we are going to shred the track into pieces.
Imagine this. On a Monday morning around 9:30, it was that time of year again: Fitness testing week and it was the day where we took the hardest, most physically painful test, also known as running the mile. The first lap seemed pretty easy to run but towards the end of the second lap, finishing the other two laps seemed impossible, so I just wanted to just walk it from there, when all of a sudden, a rush of energy came over me, allowing me to run a good 10 minute mile. Although I did want to give up and walk the rest of the mile, I pushed through it and managed to jog the whole time, making the reward of finishing sooner feel even better.
Cross country has helped me with my transition from childhood and adulthood by teaching me that success is earned through hard work, determination, and leading by example. That's what I did after my first bad race, I worked hard and continued on my quest and showed my coaches and my teammates that I could lead the
Getting off the bus, I was ecstatic. It was my chance to help my team in achieving our biggest goal. For fall, the day was particularly hot and humid. I enjoy running in cool, chilly type weather, so the heat was a conflicting factor in my race. But I refused to let the heat bring me down.
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”.
The course was muddy and slippery and damp. I knew that the last runners who were going qualify to state were going to run a nineteen-minute race. While other teams were practicing and warming up, my team was playing in the playground. From what I’ve been through this week, I know I wasn’t going to make it to state, but I still wanted to know how close I would be .The teams were called to the starting line and I was nervous.
Cross Country is an extremely mental sport, so I guess you can call me insane. Sure people always question me why I run, and sometimes, even I question myself. But the reason I run always comes to me during the race. Five-hundred people all crowded around each other, everyone anxious to hear the sound of the gun. As the gun fires, everyone takes off running.
How to kick a soccer ball is very difficult if you haven’t played soccer or anything near soccer it will be difficult to learn. I’m doing this because there are some people out there that still don’t know how to kick a soccer ball. This has been from a sport that dates back to the 19th century, where England had the idea. It is a sport played all around the world it is a really famous port in England, Mexico, Spain, and Brazil. This isn’t the only thing you need to know to play soccer there is passing, defending and obviously shooting.
Participating in high school soccer has taught me many life lessons, of which “determination” was the most important. At Fleetwood High School, soccer is a highly respected sport. As a freshman, I competed against many talented upper classmen for a spot on the team. Being one of the youngest players trying out was intimidating, but it forced me to establish a goal for myself. I was determined to, not only make the team, but to make the varsity team.
At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me.
In 7th grade I got so close at the end of the season and ran a 5:01 mile. I got there because of good coaches to help me a long way but I didn’t work as hard as I could have Getting close
I had spent months training for those 20 minutes. I prepared for every possible thing that could have gone sour during those fleeting moments that would determine how my freshman season would end. If the start was too slow I would gradually speed up after mile one. If my hip injury worsened mid-race I would alter my stride to avoid pain. What about if I completely fell apart one mile in?
The first time i ran the mile was at an away meet against Sayville Middle School, I had been practicing and training for weeks beating my own time repetitively raising the bar on my personal best time. Immediately upon arrival I was intimidated by the track, it looked like it went on for miles in comparison to the track at my school. The one hundred
Have you ever ran in a cross country meet? I have ran in countless cross country meets; I have been running cross country for eight years now. Every race I run is a challenge, no matter what, because I push by body to its limit. Most people do not consider cross country to be fun. The enjoyable part is definitely not the race itself, but the feeling afterwards knowing that I kept pushing myself when my body and mind were both telling me to stop.
I 'd always tried getting all the goals. I also Tried taking all the freekicks and penalties. One day in a game I had the ball with only one defender on me, so I try to get passed him by running round him as fast as I could with the wind blowing on my face and my jersey flying back and I see a player open nobody on him. At first I