What causes hearts to race and adrenaline to pump? For me, it is the four by eight-hundred-meter race; this is especially true when it is the state meet. My sophomore year of indoor track was one to remember. I was on a team with three sisters; Kaitlyn, Lindsey, and Lauren. We trained from the beginning of cross country season in the fall, all the way through to indoor track in the winter.
On September 14th, Haverford High School hosted one of the most important races for the Upper Darby Cross Country team. In most races, the winning team is not rewarded with a prize. But this was a different race. The girls team were running, fighting for the possession of the sports bra. The tradition of the sports bra was established by the coaches of both teams, Upper Darby and Haverford, in late seventies inspired by the boys’ tradition with a bronze shoe.
Colorado Brotherly Bash It was a nice, warm July morning in Shawnee, Kansas when the Turpin and Burner families started their trip to Colorado. After a long stressful night of packing and getting ready for a six-hour long car ride the journey began. There was not much need for entertainment since everyone was so tired from the long night of suffering and misery. My brother and I started fighting even in the car ride to Colorado because we just couldn 't wait that long without engaging in some sort of physical activity.
Finishing the first lap of the mile run, I struggled heavily to keep my breaths at a constant rate as they soon turned into desperate gasps. Other runners sped passed me, some mumbling bitter words at me because I was obstructing their path. During my final lap, my pace drastically deteriorated to the point where I was forced to walk. Reaching the finish line, I noticed that everyone else had finished. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes tightly and rushed through the laughing crowds.
During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.
Making it to the national high school rodeo finals is something I will never forget. Nationals is the biggest youth rodeo in the world and is made up of over 1,500 contestants. Each contestant competes in 2 rounds and possibly a short round depending on how well they do. Making nationals had always been a dream of mine and last year I achieved that. I made it in the cutting horse division and to do
Reporters, flocking around me, all my eyes could see were the staggering number of camera flashes and the reporters repeatedly asking the same question, “Hicham, how did you manage to smash the last world record by nearly 20 seconds?” Still being out of breath from the race my lungs could not manage to gather the air needed to answer the question that required a long explanation. Soon after, one of my coaches grabbed me what seemed like my 10th water, my brain descended from the notorious runner's high after taking a long sip of water. Knowing the reporter’s apprehension, I started explaining to the various reporters what exactly happened during the historic race I ran a mere 10 minutes ago. As I spoke all of the reporters from the many news stations leaned their microphones in so they could all hear what exactly happened during the historic 1-mile race starting the race in the middle of the pack was my original plan which my body carried out throughout the beginning of the race.
Personal Accomplishment I remember it as if it was yesterday. The day I had been training weeks for, everything had come to this. The track and field district event, the most important event of the season. For a long time I had been training for long distance, the 1500 meter race.
The students at the Hillsborough High School were chanting and screaming with pride. Each grade had its own theme, including the Senior Sightseers, Junior Justice, Sophomore Storytime, and Freshman Force. We began to stomp on the bleachers “Let’s go Sophomores,” we cheered.