Ever since I was a child I have loved a good challenge; I craved everything from riddles to difficult math problems. Sports, however, were the clear exception. I never could seem to do well. In third grade I had started my basketball career by scoring on my own team's basket, by seventh grade I had progressed to avoiding the ball at all costs. When I got to high school I thought I would finally be done with
I wore my favorite Rajon Rondo shirt, my velcro shoes, and an unwavering smile. That was the night I realized basketball was my passion. But, many season have come and gone and my years of playing draw fewer and fewer. Looking back, I think of all the things I could’ve done differently to just earn a few more years to play. If I just practiced harder that day or played better that tryout or that game.
If I didn’t have my teammates with me to encourage me on the court, I do not think I would have kept my goals of wanting to play D1 basketball. There were times that I was challenged so much during practice by his strong words that I just wanted to scream at him. In my 4 years, there was not one time that I did though because of my teammates. They knew how to calm me down and keep a positive attitude when things were hard during practices. One specific player that kept me sane was Napheesa Collier.
It was my first day of tryouts I was in seventh grade. I have played basketball before the but that day my passion for the game actually came out that day. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest and I was shaking like a leaf on a tree about to fall off. We ran most of the try out I was so exhausted sweat was dripping of my face and I was gasping for air every time I stopped for just a moment. My body was telling me to give up and quit but my heart was telling me give it all that I had left.
Brick walls will appear in any point of one’s life to everyone. It might seem hard to open a hole and go through or jump over it, but there is always a way to do it. I’m not one of the good guys at basketball, but my passion for it never stopped me. My parents never supported me on this, but I always played and got into the team. I was in the bench for almost a year, just getting water for the other players.
The dynamics of a game of basketball very well correspond with the adversities I faced, hurdles I overcame and achievements I made in life. On my first experience as a professional player, with the entire stadium packed with players, coaches and basketball lovers I became extremely nervous and missed a couple of shots. The shots I missed cost my team dear and made me so apprehensive that I could not even attempt another basket. However nebulous it might seem but it was this and many such experiences that played a vital role in making me the individual that I am. Playing basketball for more than a decade, I have come to realise that sports offer a great metaphor for life.
So many people counted on me. Although it was not the state-level or something larger, I was still competing for my family and my school. I remember peeing over 20 times that day, for I was really nervous. As I went down the stairs to the auditorium, and as I saw other children with their mentors, I started to feel scared, and I then knew that I had real competition. As they made us grab a apper to randomly decide who was going first, second, third etc, I felt I would die if I was first.
After finding that Banning High school offered an after school swim team, I joined their swim team around the age of twelve. Despite working hard at practice every day, I was not able to get faster. I was determined to get better so I would go home, watch videos, and learn the techniques. All of my friends and family motivated me to not give up. I started to attend every competition and even though I was not coming out in the first place, I kept trying.
For many kids their goal is to make it to the professional level of play, but the real goal for youth athletes should be to achieve lifelong physical activity and healthy competition. Most of these overuse and burnout injuries would not be happening if all of the coaches gave the proper training, playing time, and proper resting time. I have experienced overuse myself, from throwing repetitively in baseball. I did not go to the doctor or have anything diagnosed, but I could still tell something was wrong with my arm. I limited my throwing as much as possible, made sure I was throwing with the correct form, and iced it.
The doctors continued to have a less than ideal outlook on my life and advised that I would be lucky if I made it to twelve years old. They said that I wouldn 't be able to run, swim and be as active as other kids and that I wouldn 't have a normal life. I saw that as a