“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season. As I continue to approach the group, my mind and body turn numb, Everyone is cheering for me, and I realize that I’ll never experience this again. I’m practically floating through the course, still no other runners are near me. That was the way it would stay, all the way through the 3.1 miles as I crossed the finish line in first place, capturing my team’s second league championship and undefeated season. After I had caught my breath, I began to realize that my career was drawing to a close. I realized that I only had a few more weeks until the sport that I had become so passionate about concluded. I used to be a soccer player. Not a good one, I rode the bench throughout most of 7th and 8th grade on my school’s middle school team. At the end of 8th grade, it was time to sign up next fall’s sport’s teams. Instead of soccer, I wrote my name underneath 6 others …show more content…
From there, it was on to the divisional meet where we would run against every team in Western Massachusetts. Despite our regular season success, every prediction article written about the race had us finishing 5th or 6th, and not qualifying for State. Instead of getting down because of the pessimistic predictions, we used them as fuel to motivate us. Before the race, my teammates and I analyzed every team to figure out which teams and which runners we needed to beat in order to secure that 3rd place
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I fell good enough to finish this race, as I rapidly pick up my pace. The finish line is so close, but so are the other runners. By now, I can hear all of the players booing at me. "I'm going to prove them wrong" I say as I run through the finish line. As the thin piece of paper tears, I'm overwhelmed.
“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.
This time, however, I managed to make it past those steep inclines and declines, and I actually completed the course. It took me 44 minutes, but I completed it. After the course, my friends congratulated me. After a lot of trouble and challenges through the season, I finally finish my first cross country ski race, and I go back home prouder, more courageous, and with a new sense of
Despite the newspapers and previews saying we would not contend for the state title that year, I kept in my head that anything could happen. Going into the year I told our team “lets focus on what we can do to improve, and not worry about anyone else”. At the beginning, other teams were too strong for our inexperienced runners to compete with, but we didn’t change the focus. Practice after practice, I made sure we were doing everything we could to be at our best for the end of the year. I didn’t care what other teams were doing because we had no control over that.
Excited with the biggest smile on my face, I knew that fate had given me another chance to run this race right. I decided to pick up my phone and call my parents. Of course, I got scolded for about five minutes but it was all worth it. Turns out, my parents were on there way back and luckily my track meet had been on that road to home. To make it all better, my event had been one of the last so it gave plenty of time for my parents to
My feet thumped with every stride. With every step I took, I increased the distance between myself and the other runners. This was my problem, as I was put in the slower heat. I had nobody to push me, and was I was completely alone. It was just me against the clock.
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.
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.
(a dead one) Aside from having no speed or stamina, and on top of that, I came down with asthma. So I fell behind the rest of the team. Thankfully, my coach at the time realized this and started putting me in front of the line before we started running to keep me “fresh”. To this day I’m still not sure how this was supposed to help me, because everyone still passed me by the time we finished running.
Feet Flight Track and field; my favorite sport in high school, although I never knew it was my thing until junior year. I joined because a majority of my friends were in it as well, and I wanted to try it out for myself. It was a decent first season. I hadn’t ever thought that I could be as good of a long jumper as I am now. This is a personal story I am sharing because I had one my most accomplished days of my life, yet life doesn’t always turn out perfect.
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.
Like every other day of the first week of school, I was sitting alone at recess on the curb, watching the kids play soccer. It wasn’t as hot as the past few days but the sun was still shining down on the pavement. I could hear the sound of kids yelling around me, but I didn’t move because this was normal behavior for a group of fifty some eight year old kids. I was hunched over watching one of the kids score another goal, that made three so far, and tied the game with a score of three to three. The team I was rooting for was doing better than normal, as they normally are beat within minutes.
walked out of the gondola at the top, and I could see the sun that is just about to rise behind the mountain further away. The sky was clear, and the cold temperature made my breath heavy. The snow crunched under my skis when I walked in the snow, and I felt that today was going to be a good day. I took two perfect runs on the slope before it was time for inspection of the course. I normally like when the course is changing from turn to turn, and the course today was just like that.
BANG!!! The starting gun fired and everyone in the front started to sprint while I went at my usual jogging pace. It would be my last cross country meet and while running I thought about my first day of practice. It was a slightly warm late summer day and that day I got a small taste of what we do in cross country and I could tell it would definitely be a challenge for me. Our first meet had been extremely easy, only being 1 mile.