This race quickly went from a race against the other teams to a race against my teammates and myself. I ran faster to widen the gap between Nolan. As the second mile came around, my coach told me again that I was first but then immediately after I heard shouting coming from him Nolan to catch up and stay as a pack. I couldn’t help but notice how tired I was. I thought “Only one more mile, keep your eyes on the prize” My teammate caught up to me.
What 's the Football Team doing on the Marching Field? “Ting, tong, tong, tong, ting, tong, tong, tong,” the doctor beat echos through the bitter cold October air in the early hours of a Saturday morning. It’s marching season. Band kids across northern Indiana are hard at work perfecting their show for competition that has yet to come in the afternoon. The past three months have been used to learn and fine tune their show to it 's best.
Every Saturday, we had Powder Puff practice a few hours after our regular football practice. I usually spent this time with my friends playing touch football on the field. Because of the high winds that day, we had to forego the game. Instead of waiting in the bleachers, we decided to go out to lunch. My friends decided on a spot with which I wasn’t that familiar but I had been to once before.
Carbo-loading before a meet while playing football and sitting by the fire had long been a tradition for our team. These dinners were what really made cross country more than just a sport, it was a family. Running 3-6 miles a day with each other created a bond like no other, regardless of whether it led to success on the scorecard.
Canberra Stadium- Jamie Burns, a self-trained athlete wins the 10k Miracle Mile Race on August, 28, 1993, just after the Rugby Union Games. Due to his success, Burns is capable of competing in the States next summer. “My dream was to have a chance to compete in America, and this Mumu Bottle is my ticket,” says Burns. Yesterday afternoon, Burns found his way to participate in the 18th annual Miracle Mile 10k Race for the first time. Burns, a 21-years old, competitive runner, set a brisk pace at first and took the led half a kilometer into the race as he breezed to a first- place finish in 33 minutes and 17 seconds, beating national winner James Warlock by 3.2 seconds.
We were all walking onto the field looking fierce and mad and hearing our families cheer, “You can do it Bolts! Win Win!”. And there goes the whistle starting our game. We bumped, pushed, and tried to be the first ones to the ball. 25 minutes into our game we scored into the big, white goal hitting
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
It was just a regular Thursday at Nain High School, or so I thought. It started with everyone getting ready for the football game. Makayla was warming up her drum solo thing, Samantha was warming up her section of the band, we cheerleaders were stretching, and the football players were running. Our school isn’t big enough to do anything fancy, like big competitions or any crazy halftime shows, but we do have a some charter buses. Our charter buses are usually white, with red stripes across the whole bus.
Participants are required to obtain a minimum of ninety hours in a healthcare environment. I spent numerous hours wrapping, stretching, and icing athletes before and after practices and games under the supervision of the school athletic trainer. Before the end of my first year in the program, I was encouraged to apply to be a volunteer at the Baton Rouge General Hospital. That summer, I worked for a few hours every Wednesday in the oncology department. Even though the job merely entailed answering phone calls and bringing ice water to patients, I thoroughly enjoyed what I was doing.
As I sat there, I saw my parents from a distance smiling and cheering me on already. This got me hype and ready to run the race right. I was finally up next, “Sisco Salinas”. It’s time, I walk to the side of the track…the gun goes off. They all take off, I wait with anticipation being the last leg of the race puts a burden on you.
So I knew that this little sportsmen club in alpena would give me a run for my brain. All that was going through my mind was that I had to pass and make my parents proud. Some days all that I could remember from the class is that I would turn right, right before the airport and then turn on the gravel road and sit. In a class for four hours hours that I had been wishing I was at home. My mother always went with me to the class and she was brave she took me if the class was in day or night.
Summer Memory My best summer memory was the day I was officially put on FLC Skateshop, I remember the day like it was yesterday. One day our friend Garrett said we should all go down to Davenport skatepark, which is four hours away. So Marcus, Rick, Garrett, Trace, Ryan, Bryan, and I packed up and left the next morning. We left around 8:00am that day and got there around 12:30pm, we were all super stoked to go skate that day. It was Trace, Ryan, and Marcus 's first time going to that park, Marcus is one of the best skaters in Iowa so we knew he was going to kill it.
Sprinting to the finish line, gasping for air, all I could think about was how I was not going to make it in time. It was the end of the summer, and the start of tryouts for the soccer season. My head coach of many years had always had the tradition of holding varsity tryouts with a few requirements: you must be able to run a mile in under six minutes, and you need to be able to juggle a soccer ball at least 50 times. All spring and summer I had been training for that one run around the track four times. Countless hours of running many miles around my neighborhood and local track.