But after I placed first in that class I got bumped up to a new class that had bigger bikes and faster kids. At the time I was still on the 100 and I was racing kids on bikes twice as big as mine. So, I would have to push myself so hard and go as fast as I possibly can. I never really did good in those higher classes until I got a 150 it was a bike that was strictly meant for racing and to go fast. Bad things happen when you try riding over your head and it did to me.
I much rather just knock you down and take my chances even if I am a little girl with skinny arms and a squeaky voice, which is how I got the name Squeaky. And if things get too rough, I run. And as anybody can tell you, I’m the fastest thing on two
Another time when I was faced with fear was my first ever high school cross country race. I was extremely worried that I would run a poor time and embarrass myself, even though I had no clue on what a good time or a bad time was. There was absolutely no pressure on me to run a certain time or be in a certain place, but my mind created a bunch of “what if” scenarios that put the fear of embarrassing myself in my head. When the race was over and everybody said that I ran a fast time for my first race, I realized that I there was nothing to be afraid of because there was no pressure other than the pressure I put on myself. However, I still get nervous before every race, but after my first race, I learned how to use those nerves and fear to push me to run faster rather than hold me back.
Slow down, why are you going so fast? Who are you living for? Everyone is always going so fast all the time, but if you were to stop and ask why they would not have an answer. Part of the reason they do not know why they are going so fast is that they are not living for themselves. No one lives for themselves, everyone is living for the approval of others.
The inside felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around my entire body. Just the thought of “I finally have a car of my own” is the only thing I could keep thinking. No longer did I have to borrow my parent’s cars or ask my friends for rides. I could take myself from point A to B. Rubbing the steering wheel all over pretending to drive it like it wasn’t my own car and I couldn’t just start it myself and go, so that is exactly what I did. Feeling the small vibration from the little, yet reliable, four-cylinder engine gave me more excitement than even my first
Often his parents and siblings would make fun of him for his specific hunger for success. He wanted to be like his teachers, knowledgeable and successful. His obsession with books was not out of joy or for fun, he had one specific goal in mind and kept reading until he reached it. Reading did not come easy as he said it was more of a “chore.” Moving on to college he found his peers annoyed with his readiness to learn, and at the raise of his hand in class. They often thought of him as a teacher's pet.
The adrenaline pumping through my body harder than ever now. My heart is pumping rapidly and I’m short of breath. The sound of the engine revving more than usual is at it’s limits as I speed through the side streets. It’s okay, no other cars will be around this time of morning. I don’t often drive this fast.
I have been cheering for five years now. I can not remember the times when I was not a cheerleader, it is hard to imagine myself doing anything other than cheer or simply not cheering at all. I fell in love with the sport and within time, my passion towards it grew even more. Cheerleading consumed my life, it was my only focus. I was fortunate enough to grow up with coaches that pushed me to reach limits I did not even know I had, as well as teammates whom I shared the same passion towards the sport with.
Within milliseconds, I see him flying away. I felt like I was sitting still. I was no match for that classic and I truly felt defeated and didn’t know what to do. But this got me thinking; when I graduate could I really handle a slow car, or should I get something that is jaw dropping fast. So, then I went home cracked a cold one and pondered what had happened that day.