Reflective Narrative Imagine I was running intently down the soccer field and when I got to the goal I fired off my best shot only to realize I missed and the ball landed right in the goalies hands as if it was meant to be. Then as I walked off the field I thought to myself that would have been such an easy shot for all my other teammates but I missed. Comparing yourself is bad all in its own especially when the person you are being compared to has more experience and lots of advantages over you cause it can lower yourself esteem next time try not to compare yourself, practice, and know you tried your absolute best. Practice doesn’t make perfect in my opinion because everyone can always improve and learn to get better, even professionals. For example my brother and I play soccer.
Every practice involves non-stop running to the point of exhaustion, while working on quick agility. After every lacrosse practice players are usually confined to the ground, or breathing like they just ran a marathon. Identical to soccer, lacrosse involves accelerated sprints back and forth between down a pitch. Therefore, the team who can run the fastest controls the game, which is why lacrosse coaches push their players to extreme lengths. The usual practices don't just involve sprints, but ladders and reflex drills along with sprints.
For example, I have been playing soccer for a long time with my buddies, and they call me in every time there is a match. Most of the countries are playing soccer. Becoming a leader can ensure that everyone is listening to you. The leader will accept the fact whenever you lose and being happy whenever you win. For instance, my team played soccer, and when we lost, the team was sad and the leader encouraged us to be happy by saying that not every time we would win, and we should accept the
It was a rainy spring morning and I was playing in a soccer tournament with my brother, the rest of our team, and my dad as the coach. TWEET, TWEET, TWEET! We were all ecstatic when the referee blew the whistle to end the most important game of the season because we won the game! We all ran off the field and my dad told us to calm down and shake hands with the other team. “It’s good sportsmanship”, my dad said.
I was twelve when my team won the championship. “ Championships bring joy and happiness ,but takes a lot of work to get there. It was a warm and sunny day as I prepared to run the drills before the game. As my team and I were doing the drills such as sprinting,shooting, and passing I was already thinking about the game ,but realized I had to stay focused on the drills for now. As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup.
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.
That one step challenged me with the idea of never playing again. If I only know then what I know now, I would not have participated in that match. I have been playing soccer ever since I can remember. It was a great passion of mine, and a method for relieving all of the stress. I can still remember the day that it happened vividly.
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.
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.
“ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said. “EVERYBODY ON THREE, 1 2 3 WARRIORS (everyone yelled). Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other.