Personal Narrative On Skiing

And we were off; All 13 of our runners and 55 of theirs exploding off the starting line and across the field. I was in front, I always was for about the first 100 yards, then a wave of runners passed me and I settled in to where I was supposed to be. The light rain hit my face and body as I pushed through the 3.1 mile course. Although I had no shot at winning, I hoped my teammates in front of me were giving it all they had, albeit they most likely weren’t doing much better. After settling into a rhythm, I started to battle with a runner near me.

All my life I wanted to be a snowboarder. When I was 12 years old my family went up north to Shanty Creek Resort during our christmas break and I got my first opportunity to snowboard. My dad got me and my older sister one lesson so we could understand the basics of snowboarding. For me personally I caught on very fast and was snowboarding all over the mountain after the lesson,but for my sister it was tougher and she got frustrated fast. While I was up north that was my first and only time snowboarding in the season 2012/2013. After the season was over and there was no more snow to be seen I realized that I had a passion to snowboard and couldn’t wait till next season to get better and better at it. All summer I waited to snowboard again and when fall came and I knew it was getting close and got very anxious to be back on the mountain.

My second winter snowboarding started off painful. I was going snowboarding with some family friends at Cranmore Mountain and to say the least the experience was eventful. Getting there we stand in line to get the over priced day passes and struggle in the warmth of the lodge while wearing enough clothes for sub degree weather. We get to the front of our line pay the price on the sign and we were off to a long day of skiing and snowboarding we thought. First thing we do is go to the biggest chair lift which goes to the top of the mountain. As a nine year old boy the ride up was nerve racking enough but boy I didn't know what the ride down would entail.

A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.

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

Once we were all on the boat they told us we would first be tubing then slalom skiing. The owners of the boat told us that two people would go on the tube at a time. I was in the second group to go on the tube. When I first got on the tube, I thought “this is going to be great!” We stayed on the tube for about eleven minutes and were going about 40 miles per hour.

During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.

On a good day you 're mediocre, on a day like today, you 're horrific. That race, and the world-shattering heartbreak that followed, forever changed the way I saw running. I discovered that even hard work is not always invincible at the hands of fate.

It was a cool afternoon in the frosty month of January, the time was around 5:30 pm and my dad just dropped me off at the Snow Valley hill in his black Mitsubishi Lancer. I took my blueish green Burton Custom snowboard from the back of the car, grabbed my helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants and went to the bottom of the hill. There, I placed my board on the soft snow and put on my

My First Ever Race It was a warm sunny day. it felt like it was summer. I could hear the trees blowing. I could also hear kids and people talking boom! , the gun went off and we started running.

1. 2.X 2.X 3.X 4.X 5.X 6.X 7.X 8.X 9.X 10.X The cold breeze came upon me, as I was looking down the slope, sitting on the soft sheet of snow and repeating in my mind I will succeed, then I was gone like a Ferrari going full speed in a race. At December 27, 2016, we were on the highway on Emmitsburg, MD on our way to Liberty Ski Resort to snowboard and ski for 8 hours.

The course was muddy and slippery and damp. I knew that the last runners who were going qualify to state were going to run a nineteen-minute race. While other teams were practicing and warming up, my team was playing in the playground. From what I’ve been through this week, I know I wasn’t going to make it to state, but I still wanted to know how close I would be .The teams were called to the starting line and I was nervous.

I had plenty of time to think about my runs considering that Rock Springs is 15 long hours away. Once we got there is when all the nerves started to get me. I found out when I drew up and it just happened to be Sunday night and Saturday morning which meant I had almost a full week to see my competition go. It also meant I only had two days to mentally prepare myself. On Saturday morning I got up early and worked Fancy one last time before the round that night.

But I guess the most important thing about Cross Country is never give up. And that 's exactly what I did. Have faith in yourself, and keep it going. I didn 't miss any of the practises, I always try my best during the

I started to get ready in my blocks and shook all my nerves away and got in a racing mode. “On your mark”, the official said, “Set…. Go!” As soon as the gun went off I tried to get out and run as fast as I could. When I was about halfway throughout my portion of the leg, I felt someone pass me, so I knew I had to push myself harder.