"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." -Pre. Cross Country is a sport that requires pushing oneself through immense pain to achieve a goal. I never wanted to go through any of those pains to achieve anything. I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to.
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.
It was October, 21st the Riverside High School Bulldogs Homecoming game. They were 8 and 1 and they needed this win to advance to the State Championship. All the pressure was on all star quarterback John Tortellini. After the last bell rang the team meet up in the football weight room so they could get a pregame workout in. John was Partners with his best friend Eddie, they lifted for about an hour then they moved into the showers so they could clean up for dinner. John as he always did before he went into the shower he took off his glasses and placed them on the bench next to the door.
One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume. Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.
Being a college athlete and balancing the daily commitment of practice along with school work, is not something that everyone can do. I 've been able to balance all this while excelling on the track, and more importantly, in the classroom. In July of 2015, I was honored for my excellence as a student-athlete, by being
The coach is confident that they can make it but it is still up to the effort of the team. As the bond of the coach and runners grow, they become much better as a team. The State Championship qualifying race comes up and the team is excited but also nervous. After a close race, McFarland’s cross country team winds up placing 4th place which is the last qualifying spot for the State Championship
Racing, Sport or History There is no better feeling than hearing that engine kick over for the first time after all the hard work put in to make it run. Hearing the pistons pump up and down, the spark plugs igniting the gas pushing out exhaust, while the engine tears through the air; feeling the engine vibrate your body. This is an experience that everyone can relate to feeling and hearing. People never realize the amount of time and effort that is put into making a car run smoothly and proficiently.
In life, even though we are told not to do so, a lot of us “count our chickens before they hatch”. We make assumptions on things before they happen because we believe that if something seems so likely, it will happen. Well, that is what my Liberty High School cross country team did my sophomore year. Going into the year, we not only knew we were going to be strong, we thought other teams were going to be weak. The top teams from the state finals the previous year had all lost most of their key pieces. In our minds, the state title was already won.
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.
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.
The situation that I will be talking about in this multi-media rhetorical narrative is what I learned from my last track meet. Going into the end of the season of my senior year, I was ranked in the top 10 for discus throwers in the state. When the state meet came I was expected to come in fourth place or better. That meet turned out to be one of my worst meets of the year and I performed much worse than expected. As a result, I did not qualify for the regional meet and my season was over.
With the memory of these papers came the knowledge that I had twice been a national competitor; it was expected that I would move through the regional and state competitions with ease. Only I assumed otherwise. Writing these papers in middle school, I had been coddled by due dates, an hour to work every school day, and a teacher always looking over my shoulder. Despite this structure, I had spent night
I didn’t even know what cross country is before I came to this school. And by the end of the season, I was one of the best runners in the team. This transition didn 't come from nowhere. I was literally the slowest person in the whole team(including girls) when the season began. And I remembered what one of the girls in the team told me: Kenny, just go join another activity, there is not chance for you to make the APAC team.
In March of 1993, there was a NASCAR race in Atlanta in which my dad and four of his friends decided to take a road trip to. The weather predicted for the race was supposed to be cold and rainy. My dad was the kind of person to prepare for anything, so he took gear for rain and cold weather. My dad, pulling a pop up camper behind his Chevy Silverado, met his four friends in Chattanooga. They finally got to Atlanta, where they set up in the middle green of the raceway. During the night before the race, they were awakened many times because the wind was blowing extremely hard. The next morning, they woke up to over a foot of snow. So much for the prediction of rain with no snow in the forecast. Obviously, the race was cancelled. My dad 's