However, he somehow talked me into running. I can still remember my first practice that summer, I was beyond nervous because I did not know anyone. The girls on the team were so welcoming as I ran my first three miles on Roaring Run Trail. After that day, I knew cross country was the sport for me, but I of course did not admit that to my dad right away. Now thousands of miles later, I have finished my fourth season of cross country and my fourth season of track is just beginning.
Mama was really upset with me. I ran across this long road and there were cars coming at me, but I just closed my eyes and ran really, really fast. It was so much fun! When mama finally found me, she was crying but told me she was glad I was okay and to never scare her like that again. I just wanted to be outside, I didn 't mean to scare mama.
Soccer had helped me break out of my shell socially and provided an outlet for stress relief. My life revolved around soccer. However, in the spring of freshman year I was burning out. I had finished the fall season of high school, winter league was over and I was trying to balance spring club soccer with high school track. Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot.
Since sophomore year, I barely missed the state track meet and the Free State record by a couple of inches. After my last track meet in my junior year, I was determined to finally accomplish the 35’11 triple jump that I aspired for years. I became committed to the sport, training every morning and evening to perfect a jump that a Free State student has not accomplished. Little by little, I grew out of the goal, realizing that there are more important objective in life to worry about and to
Soon after, she was forced to marry Rasheed, her second act of bravery. Throughout her later life, she tried to get pregnant so many times, however, she could not because she had miscarriages. She is forced to cope with the new knowledge alone, having to bury the children alone in the backyard, time after time: “‘I’ve been thinking, though,’ Mariam said, raising her voice so as to be heard over the music…‘Then you do it,’ he said sharply. ‘I’ve already buried one son. I won’t bury another.
They lock hands, all three of them, and continue pushing themselves, desperately trying to find the others they lost on the way. The rattling of metal armours and cries of anger follow their steps, showing no sign of faltering. Still, they run, wishing that the soldiers would give up their chase. They were tired. Though the family didn't know if it had been a long time since they started running, it was long enough to make them lose hope, and the little girl's legs would
There will never be a definite explanation of how sports affect students, but I hope this helps others understand sports in our own environments. I was talking to one of my family friends and we were discussing our schools and what classes we were taking this year. We ended up talking about what sports we were going to participate in. I had told them that I was doing Cross Country and track because I was pretty good at running. They had a look of shock on their face when I said I was doing multiple sports.
My freshman year of high school Coach Specht was the assistant soccer coach. At tryouts he told me that I would have a bright future as a player and could possibly play varsity as a freshman. Throughout the year, I keep putting in the time and finally half way through the season, I got my chance to play my first varsity game. This showed me that he really believed in my skill, to put a freshman in against mostly juniors and seniors. Not many coaches will risk putting someone that young on the field.
Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.” This was exciting for me because after weeks of practicing flag football, I kind of felt like playing real football in high school.
It was August 2008, on a breezy afternoon I decided to join the soccer team nearby. I whatsoever did not know how to play soccer at all. I tried and tried to kick the ball into the goal, but it just wouldn't go. It would just keep going to either left of the goal or the right. If the ball even reached near the goal, the goalie would end up catching it.
I didn’t even know what cross country is before I came to this school. And by the end of the season, I was one of the best runners in the team. This transition didn 't come from nowhere. I was literally the slowest person in the whole team(including girls) when the season began. And I remembered what one of the girls in the team told me: Kenny, just go join another activity, there is not chance for you to make the APAC team.
Whether it be a failing grade, not making a sports team, or not winning a game, there is always a lesson to be learned. These lessons help in preparation of the future. Last fall, in 2014, I was a component to the Sainte Genevieve High School Girls Cross Country Team. The entirety of the season, the team was plagued with illnesses and injuries. Although we had a very talented, hardworking team, we struggled to win the meets we attended.
I didn 't start at any positions my freshman or sophomore year. In fact I barely even got in with practice squad at practice, I was small and my body just wasn 't fit enough for me to play any position. At the end of my second JV season in tenth grade, the varsity coach came and talked to us and called out the names of who he wanted to move up. I knew my name wasn’t going to be called but I was still
Stakes were very high that day for our school as we had always been the ones who would come out on top. I practiced with the team to make sure I was perfectly aligned with my row and made movements altogether with everyone else. At the end of the when the top three were being announced our school had won over 8 events including the one I was in. I had proved many of the upperclassman wrong and would consistently do this throughout that season of
One year ago I confidently tried out for a travel soccer team, only to be disappointed, now I 've learned that hard work always beats talent. My dad always told me that hard work always beats talent when talent fails to work hard, but I never really thought of it that way. Once the tryouts had started I depended on the talent that I had. By the time it was the second day I was feeling really confident that I had this in the bag. I thought I was going to make the team easily.