Personal Narrative-Confidence In Soccer

“That wasn't so bad,” I said to myself. But of course, it kept getting harder and harder. Luckily for us though the toughest meet of the year, Cascade, was cancelled due to rain. We had practice every day right after school, but if it was an early out, we would have it right before school. Each regular practice

It did not feel like anything special and eventually it just phased out; I wish it had not. Later in Puerto Rico, 6 years later I decided that I would try playing soccer at the school just to try it. I went through grueling practice after practice and played game after game. But, I just wasn 't good at it. like many things I got better with practice.

Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.

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.

Even people that consider themselves non-runners are willing to agree that jogging a few miles has a magical power, a relaxing and mind-clearing effect that nothing else can give. With people willing to admit this fact, it still perplexes me as to why people would not enjoy a sport where you get to experience this euphoria every day. Perhaps the dissuading factor for some is the gap between an easy jog and a gut-wrenching workout. Some say it hurts too much, that they could never race three miles. I agree.

We scored;therefore, I screamed and cheered for our team. Then the buzzer sounded for the last quarter.

Freshman year I tore my ACL and meniscus during a soccer game. This injury set me back just not only in soccer but greatly in school as well.  Before my surgery I had to go through pre-therapy to prepare my knee for surgery. As soon as pre-therapy started I began to miss school. In previous years I had barely missed any school so missing was hard on me.

The game started, it started well, however it quickly, do out of reach. Like 0-5, 2-7, 5-11, and it got worse and worse. By the end, we were just happy we got the

“I remember the time when you couldn’t even kick a soccer ball, but now you are able to demonstrate astounding skills when you are on the field,” stated my older brother, Bill, before I was about to make my mark in my soccer career at the State Cup finals. I remember that time when I was an eight year old kid who always created an air of melancholy with my inept soccer skills. Only when believing in myself and rigorous training did I grasp the concepts that were essential to an adept soccer player. After jumping leaps and bounds, pushing myself till I reached the breaking point, I made a name for myself. When I reflect on my evolution, I realize that beautiful things can come from unpromising beginnings.

I’m gonna talk about my soccer journey, where I’ve traveled with my family to and what I wanna do in college. Everyone thinks that soccer is that boring sport where you just kick a ball and run, but it actually isn’t. Soccer is a game where you have to have lots of skills and always have to be mentally ready for anything to happen like my team at state cup. We were losing 3-0 with 10 minutes to play and in those 10 minutes we scored 4

Sprinting to the finish line, gasping for air, all I could think about was how I was not going to make it in time. It was the end of the summer, and the start of tryouts for the soccer season. My head coach of many years had always had the tradition of holding varsity tryouts with a few requirements: you must be able to run a mile in under six minutes, and you need to be able to juggle a soccer ball at least 50 times. All spring and summer I had been training for that one run around the track four times. Countless hours of running many miles around my neighborhood and local track.

It’s probably because I am the youngest on the team. I feel like some of my teammates doubt me because I am two years younger than they are and smaller than most of them. Because of this, and because I just love playing soccer, I spend a lot of my free time juggling or heading a soccer ball. I practice these skills a lot, but it had never seemed to pay off in a game yet. It was nearing the end of the game and we were winning 4-0.

As preparation for his first NPC competition progressed, cardio was added I to the mix. Thirty minutes of his choice of high intensity cardio was required five times a week on top of splits 6 times a week which consisted of isolating muscles during daily workouts to maximize muscle growth. Some regular weekly splits for Jordan’s prep included back and biceps one day and chest and triceps another day. Isolating each muscle group allowed for optimal muscle recovery allowing a more strenuous workout with different body parts being hit each day throughout the duration of the week. As prep progressed, Paul also directed Jordan to take natural supplements such as Testosterone Boosters for optimal muscle growth as well as CLA to burn fat more efficiently.

One year ago I confidently tried out for a travel soccer team, only to be disappointed, now I 've learned that hard work always beats talent. My dad always told me that hard work always beats talent when talent fails to work hard, but I never really thought of it that way. Once the tryouts had started I depended on the talent that I had. By the time it was the second day I was feeling really confident that I had this in the bag.

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,