However, during the Districts race, around the beginning of the third mile, I experienced a pain in my side unlike any pain I had ever felt before. It was a difficult race to finish, as I wanted to give up. It would have been acceptable if I gave up, as we later learned I experienced a diaphragm spasm. Instead, I remembered the goal I set for myself, to be fully present in every workout and race, and to push through every obstacle I faced. So, I ran on, finished with a career personal record.
It was too hard to bounce back so quickly after being so disappointed about my performances. After everything I had sacrificed over the years for my sport, this is how my high school career ended? All of the yards, morning practices, afternoon practices, dryland sessions, healthy eating, sore muscles, and missed social events were all for
I watched the orange and black lined ball fly through the air. It went through the net. In an instant I had won the game for us. We were all gassed and didn't even want to play the next game. The game before had taken all our energy and our will to play.
ring my senior year of high school, I had a wrestling rival during my senior wrestling season by the name of Frankie Negrini. My rival was from a rival town called Pompton Lakes that my team would always have intense matches against. This kid had always beat me by maybe one point or even two points. The kid always was one step ahead of me every time we stepped on the wrestling mat. The many times I had loss to him it just made my confidence just go down the drain a lot of the time.
But in my case, in this event failure came though the struggle of confidence of who I was and who I knew I was deep down. This incident dates back to last June, where I start my second season of baseball. My first season is high school baseball, then second season is the travel team i 'm on. See I had a great season with my high school team, we made it to the championship by my hit in the semi final game, that won the game and sent our school to the championship. We ended up losing it in a best of three games but overall that season left a good feeling
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.
About an hour and a half ago, my competitive soccer team in Milpitas was heading to our last game in Bakers Field, California. Unfortunately, our opponents were the second best in our league, and they had won almost all of their games. Nevertheless, my team was up to take the challenge when we start practicing, approximately a half hour before the game begins. To start our game, Josh, our forward, chose heads in the coin toss and we decided to shoot south to avoid the sun. In our first offensive play, I passed to a midfielder, he got past an opponent forward, and kicked horizontally from the right corner of the field.
Track and field day was coming soon, I was with my third grade class ready to practice for running hurdles in PE class. I had never ran hurdles before, so I was quite excited. The first time trying it, I ran and jumped. Everything went well; I was quite confident about it. For the second round, I ran and jumped just like the first time, but it didn't turn out like what I had expected.
I started running the field and about a third of the way there, my face filled with tears because the pain was starting to become unbearable from running. About half way, I was still crying and I collapsed in the grass because my foot hurt so bad. My coach had called my grandpa. When he came to the baseball field, he was a bull. He started yelling at my coach asking why he made me run even though I was limping.
My parents eventually saw me and helped me into the house to clean me up. Eventually my wounds healed fully after a couple of weeks and I started being more cautious when trying to bike down the hill. To sum up, my childhood was filled with many interesting events which has led to me becoming who I am today. This memory has taught me so much about the importance of being careful in whatever situation you're in. From this experience I have learnt that accidents can happen all the time even if you're an expert.
My own body had failed me and I had failed the team. I 'm sure it didn 't seem like a big deal to anyone else but it was to me because I had faced this forward many a time and he had never flat out beaten me like that. It meant that if he could beat me then all the other offensive people on other teams could also beat me just as easy. After the game it was all I could think about. It haunted me to the point I didn 't hear my dads usual commentary on my game.
As we stood on the freshly cut grass motionless, in complete despair, we soon realized the effort we had given was simply not enough. We could have ran those suicides harder, connected one more pass, added 5 more pounds in the weight room. Although the crowd was roaring, everyone in a white uniform stood as if there wasn’t a sound heard for miles. With 56 seconds left on the clock, we all knew our season was coming to an end. The time that we thought was boundless, was ended by a buzzer that only brought disappointment.
Although the mile had several cons, I loved the challenge and I was too stubborn to quit. The first time i ran the mile was at an away meet against Sayville Middle School, I had been practicing and training for weeks beating my own time repetitively raising the bar on my personal best time. Immediately upon arrival I was intimidated by the track, it looked like it went on for miles in comparison to the track at my school. The one hundred
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.
Football has been my favorite sport since I could run. Running free in the grass with friends and family made me appreciate the the quality of life I was blessed to have. Senior year of high school I went from league champions to below .500 records. Lake Winaukee was where the team would prep and practice for the upcoming season. As a senior, I felt I was obliged to help my team win football games and the place we could create chemistry was Lake Winaukee.