For me, cross country isn’t just a sport to add to your extra curricular activities, nor is it an “easy” sport to join just because you want to be considered an athlete. Cross country is way more than that. It is a lifestyle. It is waking up every morning at 5 a.m., running countless miles until you can’t feel your legs anymore, having no days off, and having to sacrifice plans with your best friends because you have practices and races every weekend. I saw dedication every time I saw my sister grit her face with determination as she forced herself through the finish line.
I decided that I was going to run cross country in the fall, something I never even considered before. The first week of practise, I anticipated dreading going on the long runs and suffering through difficult workouts. Instead, what found was the most supportive group of people in my school and even more surprising I discovered my love of running. Now in my senior year of high school, I have become a dedicated runner who finds enjoyment in the pain of pushing yourself to the limit. Cross Country has taught me many lessons such as the importance of commitment and determination, however the lesson that stands out is the importance of being open to new opportunities and overcoming obstacles.
Earning the grade felt that I had the Navy Seal trident pinned on my chest. It pays to be a winner, as my effort and dedication produced a fruitful harvest. Hell’s Year educated me to take the necessary prudent actions and to never take anything to chance. I am the one that controls my destiny.
"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." -Pre. Cross Country is a sport that requires pushing oneself through immense pain to achieve a goal. I never wanted to go through any of those pains to achieve anything. I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to.
Disclaimer: This story is realistic-ish fiction It nearly cost me my life. To become the world snowboarding champion, it takes a lot of practice, but mostly time. I got where I am today by hard work and sacrifice. In the championship, I broke both of my legs, but that’s a story for another time (or paragraph.) Snowboarding down a slope 20 times a day, 4 days a week is what it took.
Hurdling has impacted me beyond the track, as I have learned that my life is like a race. Every obstacle that crosses my path has a lesson to teach and a way to overcome it. Losing my grandfather is undoubtedly the largest hurdle I have faced. After losing my childhood hero, I was left to figure out how to overcome the devastation that came over me and how to gather enough courage to move
I was told to run around the track four times. I hated it. I started running, and it was the hardest thing ever. I never ran that far. Every breath I cherished, every pace I regretted, and the warm wind on my face only made it harder.
Who would force himself through pain during training just so he could experience even more pain while racing? Runners are a peculiar group. We bond through the appreciation and respect of pain, acknowledging one another with a slight nod or wave when our paths cross. My football friends will insist that their sport is much more difficult, and that running nonstop for over three miles is kid 's stuff compared to bumping foreheads with guys in pads.
On the next game, my coach put his trust in me one more time by starting me in the line up. I gave my all and tried my hardest on the field. I ran everywhere like a gazelle, put in so much effort, and tried to help my teammates as much as I could. Even though i still made some mistakes on the game, my coach yelled at me, not because he hates me but he just wanted to motivated me to do better. I did great on that game, sadly I couldn’t get a goal for myself, but my teammates and coach kind words made me happy.
Almost Making It Happen I expected to get a few bruises, but not a getting a concussion. Before the soccer game, my idea of a concussion was getting bumped in the head, receive headaches, and it would heal up in a week and then you would go back to the way you were. I was wrong. At times, concussions can be deadly, and if you have them more than once, it will decrease your chance of keeping your brain healthy and surviving. Concussions can also give you migraines and make you dizzy.