It is common for one to question how some moments in life are so easily forgotten, yet others remain fresh in the brain as if they happened the previous day. One life moment that easily remains in my memory to haunt me forever is one that is extremely embarrassing. It all began my sophomore year of high school. I had an enormous crush on this one boy who happened to run track and field. It’s actually funny because his name escapes me; however, what does not seem to escape me is how I ruined my chances of him ever even considering me as more than just a friend. A friend, who experienced the most comical, typical, movie scene moment that any high school teenager ever had. Even though you probably won’t believe me after you read this, I used to play on the varsity soccer team all throughout high school. In fact, I was one of the fastest sprinters on the team. One day, my Spanish teacher, Señor …show more content…
Remember, it’s just a race and it is your first time so no one is going to judge you!”. Oh boy was she incredibly wrong. Speed? Check! Endurance? Check! Confidence? None what so ever! Knowing how to start the race out of starting blocks? A complete fail. By the way, the starting block is broken up into three phases: alignment, set position, and go! You’d think that since this prop is a big part of track and field I would have been aware of it. Well, I had no idea what these things were when I when I was told I had to use them in exactly three minutes to start off the race.
My coach approached me and simply said “Oh yeah! I forgot to inform you about the starting blocks! But, they are so easy! All you have to do is put your back foot in them, lean like your lunging forward, and when the gun goes off you just run!”.
Oh yeah okay sounds soooo easy I’m so glad that you waited three minutes before my first race ever to start to tell me about them! I did not say out loud. Instead, I smiled when really, I felt like I was dying
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.
I started to pick up my speed gradually, hoping that the car wouldn 't either but luck sure wasn 't on my side that morning, the car shifted speeds as I did, which at this point I 'm pretty sure we both knew that we were on to each other so I cut to the chase and book it! Lighting seemed like a turtle compared to me, I ran so fast that I didn 't realize I was already at the front steps of my school in 6 seconds.
And off we go. Our engines roaring as we take off. Aftyn and I love to race. I went to the left and was riding in a big open area while Aftyn went over to the right and was side hilling. I was just coming over a hill when the unthinkable happened.
Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end. After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over.
“Alright, you guys have run the course before. You 've all trained hard throughout the whole month for this. For many of you, this will be your last race this season, so make it count!” Coach Guzmán announced during a whole team huddle behind the Sports Pavilion and next to the track at Tustin High School. This was the day before the race, the Empire League Finals, which determines which schools will move on to the CIF Southern Section Preliminaries, the Cross Country equivalent of the quarterfinals in other sports.
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.
I had plenty of time to think about my runs considering that Rock Springs is 15 long hours away. Once we got there is when all the nerves started to get me. I found out when I drew up and it just happened to be Sunday night and Saturday morning which meant I had almost a full week to see my competition go. It also meant I only had two days to mentally prepare myself. On Saturday morning I got up early and worked Fancy one last time before the round that night.
On Monday 5 seniors didn't show up and the Junior Varsity team consisted of the just the quarterback. The week dragged slower than usual and our practices always resulted in some type of punishment. On Friday coach decided to have a practice to make up for the week. It was time to condition and a senior decided to pick a fight with me, and being a very prideful person I did not back down. After we fought we were made to call our parents and had a meeting with the board of directors.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
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?
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors.
This was also the first time I felt my heart had it’s own mind. My heart was saying ”Jump out of Mikayla and go back home… She’s crazy!” Back to reality…there was no turning back once all of the girls from each team lined up on the starting line. I remember telling myself that as long as I didn’t get last place I could possibly be considered a decent runner.
It’s difficult to pinpoint a specific moment in one’s life in which your life is transformed. We often realize that this moment is so signingagent when looking back on personal experiences and don’t realize it at the time. For me, this moment occurred when I realized that I had taken what I love most for granted. It all started back in 2004 when my family suggested that I get into a sport at a young age.
I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!
Right from the go I was behind and off the pace and even though I was learning by running in last place all the time I was ashamed to be there because it was something that made me feel like I wasn’t worth being out on that race track. 5 years later I am one of the top young guns in my racing division among the NASCAR sanctioned tracks in Ontario because I didn’t let vulnerability hold me down I pushed through and did what I wanted