I led my team to the finish line, being close to the first teams to finish. The feeling of exhilaration went through my head until I heard "Garner Raider team Disqualified". I am a cadet and a Raider in the Army Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps. A program which gives cadets the essentials to becoming better citizens and the opportunity to be the best person one can be. One must put in the effort and live up to high expectations.The Raider team is no exception, it's a sport that requires mental and physical strength. A Raider is tested on his or her capability to work as part of a unit and accomplishing a common goal under stressful situations. Looking to fortify my body and strengthen my mind, I joined the team. Compared to my teammates, I performed at an average level. They could …show more content…
I advanced my performance. Noticing my improvements our instructor offered me a chance to lead my own team, so I took the opportunity. I was now the leader of Garner Raider B Team. I took the time to train with my new team and I improved alongside them, we went through intense training up until the day of the competition. When we arrived, I was apprehensive, but I had a team relying on me so I put my perturbation behind me, I kept my mind focused on what was ahead. We proceeded to do the first events and we had scored well enough to put us in the top three given that we performed well in the 5-kilometer race which was our last event. When we started we went at a good pace but the longer we ran the more my body ached, I knew my teammates suffered too but we were too close to slow down. As we got closer to the end another team caught up to us, we were at risk of losing our place.I told my team to sprint for the last 300 meters to secure our place. When we finished I was full of joy. Until I heard "Garner Raider team Disqualified". Only two of my teammates had finished with me, the rest were still behind, so we were
I was having mixed emotions; I was anxious because it would be the last time cheering with people I love, and I was afraid of messing up. I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled. The music started and I began the routine which I had done millions of times before. After we finished our routine, the parents, the athletes, and my coaches met up so we could discuss how we thought we did.
The announcer said who got second place, and everyone on my team started crying. “ The first place team advancing to Florida is the La Porte Slicers!” My team stood up and started screaming. As a result, we made it to Florida! My coach went up to get our trophy and we all took pictures with it.
There were 10 other teams from all around Iowa. I showed up barely on time and exhausted. It was a very long day, but ten games later and we ended it winning second place. I drove home with my friend and teammate, Emma Olberding. We drove back to my house and stayed there for the rest of the day.
I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.
They ran the ball to my side of the field, and I made a tackle that resulted in a fumble that led to us scoring. The crowd in the stadium were ecstatic, I had people calling my name from the stands. I was happy at the time, but knew it was to be short lived, because the game wasn’t over. Their was still enough time on the clock for them to tie the game back up. I was almost proven
The team performed our usual routine; fifteen minute warm-up, body exercises and cheered on the boys running before our race. Everything was in place, I thought. We lined up on the line, exchanged phrases of luck and prepared for the gun. The gun went off and our feet flew down the field. Upper Darby would succeed in our goal, I felt
When I was 7 years old I went to my first high school game with my mom, the teams that played were Roosevelt and Flower. I will never forget that day Sept 8th at 8PM friday night lights. My older cousin Brett Pierce was the starting Cornerback for flowers, I admired him because he the starting Corner and he was ranked #23 in the Nation for his position. My cousin ended the game with 18 tackles, 4 interceptions, and 3 forced fumbles that was one of the greatest days of my life. After the game was over I asked my mom could she sign me up to play football, she told me I wasn’t big enough.
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.
However, I began to see the game as more than just a win or a loss. Losing gave the team the opportunity to closely look at what we did well, and what we needed to improve on. We were then able to focus more precisely on what we needed to do in order to succeed. I was able to learn that being successful and winning were not necessarily the same thing. We had success in a smaller sense; we worked as a team, played clean games and were noted for our sportsmanship.
At my second mile, I was in 36th place and the coach had a worried face. At this point, I started to give up. I started coughing, had a runny nose, and was gasping for air. I finished the race in 36th place with a time of 19:44. I was exhausted and sad that the season was over, but I knew that I had one more season left to make it to
In life, not everything will go your way, not everyone will like you, and not every day will be a wonderful day, but you just have to get through it, is what I've learned. I've discovered only this year that I won't perform at my best in every event, but that's why we establish objectives. Cross country gave me the opportunity to meet the wonderful young men I now get to call my teammates, but they are more than just teammates. They are family. We share a connection that I've never known on any other team.
My determination to get better and overcome my obstacles paid off my senior year when I awarded second-team
“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.
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
Right after we won the game we got to go to the senior football game right after our game they lost but they tried there hardest to win cause they were working hard and they got a lot of