We lost in the Regional Championship game on a comeback. We played a great game, but that wasn’t enough. If I would have passed a second earlier, if I would have taken the shot, if I would have taken the defender one-on-one could that have changed the game? Tears welled up in the eyes of the whole team. We were frustrated and disappointed. This would be the last time I was on the field with my senior teammates. I linked arms with my teammates as we sang our alma mater. The hard work, the connections with my teammates, the excitement, and the leadership that I went through to get to this point during the season was gone. Everything that I took for granted suddenly flashed before me. These teammates were not just some kids I played soccer with. They were brothers that I would be remember for the rest of my life. I told myself that this will never happen again. I will never feel like this again. I want to be the one holding up the trophy and cheering, not the one in misery. I went over to my coach and asked what I needed to work on to improve for next season. …show more content…
I’m tired of losing.” Coach replied, “Get bigger, stronger, and work on that touch of yours.” So, I organized a meeting of the junior soccer players for next year and told them the changes that needed to be made for a successful season. We got to work on the field, training until the sun went down. The season was a year away, but we were hungry for the trophy. Throughout the rest of the school year, I lifted weights getting stronger and stronger everyday. After school, I ran to bolster my cardiovascular fitness. I practiced every minute I could. At the end of the day if my whole body was not sore, then I needed to work harder. The next day I did more than the day before. I added ten extra pounds on the bar in weights. I pushed myself to sprint for an extra minute during my run. I put all that I had into practice. I made sure I always came out on
We lost our first game of the season. That game chanleged us all. Would continue to stare at the dirt or reach for the stars. We continued to strugle as team. It was my turn to take charge as a leader for this team, but I letting everything just go bye.
After my first season of varsity was over I felt even more motivated to get better. I started lifting weights almost every day, even if it meant I had to go to the gym at midnight and still go to school the next morning. The summer of my senior year all I did was either work or work out, I barely spent any time with my friends. But all that work paid off for me because as my senior season approached, I found myself starting on both sides of the ball and on special
(Assertion However, many people feel that the overexhaustion athletes may experience can be avoided with proper strength training and finding the right opportunities to succeed. Millions of Americans are unaware and often misunderstand the opportunities available,as it was found by the American Academy of Orthopedic surgeons found that “Youth sports in the United States is now a $15 billion industry. There are seemingly endless opportunities for club-level teams, personal coaches, and training technologies to help kids excel at their chosen sport” ( Lewis 1). The results of this study provided how fortunate Americans are to have access to such a unexpectedly successful youth sports industry. One of the main solutions Americans seem to take for granted in preventing overexhaustion is strength training.
Then, tragedy struck the team; three of our fastest girls were injured and out for the season. Now, I wasn’t happy about them being sidelined, but it did finally give me a chance to recover my placement from the beginning of sophomore year. I wanted to help lead the team to state, and with what my coach had previously said, it didn’t appear to be too far out of my reach. However, “too far” should have been followed by an asterisk, as my season soon spiraled out of my
It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide.
So, I joined the cross-country team as a way to condition for soccer. My naïve freshman-self had no clue of the endeavor I had just set out upon. Now here
Soccer Heartbreak and Triumph The weather was intense in the month of April. My high school soccer playoffs were just around the corner. So, training was an absolute nightmare for the team and I. We ran countless drills, ran countless miles, and dribbled countless times. Sure, it was a struggle, but I knew that I had to make every moment worth it because this would be my last shot at soccer glory.
The second I was on the field I knew my team had the game won. All I could see around me was a group of men ready for war. I couldn’t be more ready for my last home opener so after I did what I do when the unexplainable happens, accept it. I ran to the 45 to the 35 to the 20, hoping to find the kick returner. 8 months waiting for this moment all the sweat, pain, 100 degree sun beaming UV rays to my face.
We faced a lot of obstacles to make it to the peek of our success. This game we played was extremely important was numerous of reasons. A higher ceding in the playoffs and revenge were our main focus. It was thirty seconds left in the fourth and we were down by one point. The tension in the gym was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
My sophomore year of high school was my second year on the junior varsity soccer team. I was disappointed at first for having not made the varsity team when so many girls I grew up with and had played travel soccer with had made it as freshman and sophomores. A few days after tryouts my coach pulled me aside to speak with me. She told me that she wanted to have a team captain, which she had never done before because she was against the idea, and that she wanted me to be the one to hold that title and responsibility. I was thrilled.
Runners are not known for their biceps, but it can really aid a runner to have a fit core and toned arms because the intensity of cross country is magnified by the hills we climb during a race. A strong upper body will make a hill easier since the runner has more of an ability to move up the hill without burning as much energy. In response to this new knowledge, I signed up for a strength and conditioning class to improve my strength. Not surprisingly, these ideas have brought my running to an entirely new plane. I am now the second fastest on my team, and I have an opportunity to lead the boys’ varsity to state.
It was after that season that I realized, that through the first 3 years of my high school soccer career, I had been trying to please someone and I wasn’t focused on enjoying what was in front of me. I had wanted those seasons to end so I could be done with the humility of playing on junior varsity, but now there isn’t much time left. I have only one more season left before my competitive sports career is over. This last season won’t be about pleasing my coach, it will be about enjoying the final ride with my teammates and friends that I have grown up playing with since the age of 7. Sometimes in life, you don’t appreciate stuff until it’s gone and luckily my failures helped me realize that my time playing soccer is about to be gone and I want to be able to enjoy
She constantly encouraged us to increase our weight or to perform more repetitions. I quickly learned to push through muscle aches and feeling dog-tired. Summer workouts motivated me along with my teammates to excel physically and mentally. Once summer workouts ended, after school practices began. They were two hours long, five days a week of drill after drill.
“Congratulations!” it started out, “you have made the B team for this years soccer season”. My heart sank as the world seemed to crumble around me. After playing all of my years of club soccer on the A team, this demotion was the first time that I had felt I truly failed at anything. Rather than dwell on my failure, I seized the opportunity to strengthen my leadership skills.
The outcome of this moment is determined in the hours, weeks, and months leading up to the season; consequently, I spent countless hours practicing so that my team could be confident when I stepped up to the plate. Similarly, whether it is in the classroom or at the gym, I push myself to extremes so that my family, friends, and peers will be able to rely on me when the pressure is on. I can thank my baseball coaches for my ability to perform under pressure. My participation in competitive sports ended in high school; however, I continue to see the influence of my coaches in my behavior and actions. Furthermore, I have continued to stay active.