I was twelve when my team won the championship. “ Championships bring joy and happiness ,but takes a lot of work to get there. It was a warm and sunny day as I prepared to run the drills before the game. As my team and I were doing the drills such as sprinting,shooting, and passing I was already thinking about the game ,but realized I had to stay focused on the drills for now. As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup.
It is hard to imagine my current life without running. I have been doing cross-country and track every year since 5th grade. Every day I look forward to my run refreshing my body and clearing my mind. As of writing this essay, I have run 147 of the past 153 days in training for cross-country. I have trained with the same group of guys for a vast majority of these runs.
Another time, one of my friends, Jacob, was training for the upcoming soccer season and had to run two miles a day. He started his first run and a mile in he ran into a problem. There were not any more sidewalks ahead. After thinking about it, he started to run in the street so he could finish his loop back to his house. Then out of nowhere, a car came rocketing down the narrow street right beside him.
As it was almost time for me to start running, I was so excited. When they called my name to run, the butterflies in my stomach built up more and more. The first event was the states race the one event that I don 't practice a lot. My run was really fast but not fast enough to keep up with these people. The next event was the poles.
I managed to do okay, because I could have soaring kicks, with years of my previous taekwondo training. “Okay, so get ready to do the dance, and show some power!” the coach, Krissy, said. What if I fall, and what if I forget the dance, I thought? I felt the nerves slowly dilute as the music began to play, Game Time by Flo Rida. Yes, I was confident, but not the best.
“ The Seventh Man” Critical Review The story “ The Seventh Man” by Haruki Murakami tells of a childhood expericence that would scar the seventh man for life. He tells about his experience of being in the eye of a typoon. The Seventh man is a short story about beinging in the eye of a hurricane. The seventh man heard the storm settle down so he asked his dad if he would go for a walk, he said yes but that if he saw or heard any signs that the storm was picking back up that he was suppost to run back home. He decided to go a walk down to the beach ( stupid choice in the first place), as he was walking down to the beach his best freind K. decided to join him and him brought his dog..
Everyone has had that one life lesson or moral that they have learned one time or another. It might be “don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” or “when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.” Mine happened to be “winning isn’t everything.” I learned my important life lesson on May 6, 2017. I remember the bright lights and the roaring crowd as my team and I walked on stage for what would be my last cheerleading competition. I was having mixed emotions; I was anxious because it would be the last time cheering with people I love, and I was afraid of messing up. I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled.
I kept ignoring any conversation with my friends that related to the dance squad team because I did not want to admit to the insecurities that were running through my mind – I pretended that I didn’t want to be on the dance squad, but deep down inside it is all I thought about. It is all I wanted, and that is what I did. Suddenly, I gathered enough confidence (with a lot of encouragement from my friend Ashley) and told myself I will just try out for the dance squad team. By then, a week had already passed, and the girls who signed up had already learned the choreography. I felt as if I would be too behind, and that I wouldn’t be capable of learning the choreography on time.
He kicked the old flowers away - still colourful but nearly fully wilted. “But the bastard was the cause of it. He never knew when to shut his mouth and how how’s paid for it dearly. I do hope that he rests easy knowing that he no longer has to cope with the repercussions.” “How is Mr. Beilschmidt?” “He’s getting better/ It’s been a long road for him but he’s started walking again.” The man turned to face the grave. “He could have gone the same way and just given up, but he’s chosen to fight to live, not like he did before.” “He must really be in love with Mr. Vargas
And i would wrap my arms around the running backs legs to stop him in his tracks. Then i would drag him to the ground and fall onto the back of the running back thighs. Sometimes those types of tackles would hurt because you would feel the bottom of the cleat rub or hit your stomach. After a long practice doing the Oklahoma drills just made me more tiring. My body felt so fatigued i just felt so warn out and tired, especially my knees were extremely sore.