The coaches were constantly puzzled around how someone who was as talented as I was at the game would just quit, and my response always was, “I just don’t have the same passion that I used to.” Even some of my closest stopped talking to me because I was not playing football anymore. I lost some friends due to that one simple decision, but little did I know I would make so many more wonderful friends from the game of volleyball. I remember the first time I stepped into a gym to play volleyball, everyone was so nice to me. I had some of my best friends on the team already, but there were people who I hardly even knew who treated me like we had been friends since childhood. Between my three years of high school volleyball and my two years of club volleyball, I have met so many people that will have a special place in my heart for my whole life.
A perfect example I have experienced was tearing my ACL during a football game in my third year of middle school. Immediately after the injury happened, I put it behind me and focused on regaining strength in my leg to get back to the sport I loved. Without the mental and physical drive of failure, I know I would’ve never made the quick recovery I managed to make. A fair amount of people might think that not succeeding at something could just bring someone down, however I feel that unless that person has no drive or will to fight through the situation, they’re going to use the frustration and inner rage to use failure as motivation. Just the idea of failure can put an uneasy feeling in somebody’s head, which can drive them to push through whatever hardship they’re
“Alright everyone we are about to start.” Said the organizer, putting a silence to all the random conversations. “Now that we’re all here and ready, let’s start our first round of the tournament!” My first opponent made a great sand bag. The way he maneuvered around the stage was sloppy, and his attack options were poor, alone, these two things make up for a bad player, those two traits together against myself, led him into playing like someone who wasn’t even there. I had no trouble fighting him and I end up steam-rolling him with a 4-stock lead. It was a blast taking him down.
Sports can also help kids learn to interact and take direct orders from adults and how to follow directions. To be successful on the athletic field and in life kids are going to need to be able to listen to given directions or orders and take them and apply them to whatever there are doing to try and be the best at whatever they are doing. Whether the kid listens to the directions or not will show on the athletic field because the end result will not be what was expected or the goal or task will not be met. One other benefit from sports is it builds leadership and communication skills that can help them in school and in life. To be successful in athletics you have to communicate with each other and to do so you need to be able to block out whatever else is going on and focus on communicating with teammates and working towards your goal.
I thought I was fine. I used to believe school was the most important thing in my life. My priorities were a mess, as also my thoughts and feelings. The worst part is that I thought that was fine, I thought that was life. I wasn’t honest; I pushed everyone down so I can be at the top.
That internal skill? Confidence. If you have confidence, it helps you think you can do it and helps handle pressure, and that can be acquired by these youth competitive sports. For example, a child might need to be confident before playing in a state championship. Another article titled “Pros and Cons of Sports Competition at the High School Level” says that “Through competition, teens establish a solid work ethic that values practice and rewards determination.
Within the first week of practice, my coach told me that I wasn’t strong enough to be a distance runner. This cut me deep but I decided that instead of being disappointed, I would do whatever it took to prove that coach wrong. With the awards I hold today, I feel that I can justifiably say that I am a very strong distance runner. I refuse to let what someone else says about me dictate what I say about myself. Only I know what I am capable of, no one
I had lost every bit of self esteem left in me. My anxiety had started to lead to depression, and there wasn 't a day where i didnt feel sorry for myself. Many people had hurt me, but what i didn 't realize was that i was hurting myself the worst. I would cry every time i was yelled at for doing wrong, id walk around with my head hung low because i didn 't think there was any sense of worth left in me. My depression and anxiety were raising farther and farther then they had ever have, my dad was addicted to alcohol, and i would believe him when he said to me that he didnt love me anymore.
I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.