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When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

Basic gymnastic skills came easy to me, so I did very well in events and moved up in competition levels rapidly. Yes I ate, breathed and slept gymnastics, but I may have given less than 100% effort in training at times because things came so easily to me. After 9 years of training, accomplishing advanced skills became difficult and I stopped advancing like I had so easily done in the earlier years. I became stagnant in my completion level and obtained a couple injuries that ultimately ended my ability to continue as a competitive gymnast. At the time I did not see this as failure, I felt it was just an accident and life was unfair. Because the majority of my life had revolved around something I could no longer do, I became slightly depressed and really didn't know what to do with my extracurricular life. I tried track, dancing, basketball, swimming, and cheerleading. Since cheerleading contains many gymnastic-like similarities, I felt comfortable in that environment. As with gymnastics, I excelled quickly as a leader and as a mentor to younger girls and being co-captain and captain of the cheerleading teams, I had additional responsibilities other than just my individual success. Since injuries in cheerleading are common and I know first hand how an injury can adversely affect ones happiness, I found myself focused on injury prevention to my own body and to the other girls on the

A week before I decided to quit gymnastics I was discussing with my family and friends that I wanted to join cross country. It was the beginning of ninth grade and I was not enjoying gymnastics as much as I used to. I didn’t want to quit entirely because I was progressing my skills on beam and vault, but at the same time the sport became too much to handle. I also knew that if I wanted to run cross country that I would not be able to do gymnastics since the sport required me to drive up to Lincoln four to five times a week. Deciding whether to

My level five year at gymnastics was problematic and an overall frustrating year. I wanted to quit. The gymnastics meets were difficult because I had a slim chance of finding success in this demanding sport. I sat my mother down on my living room couch and told her this. She, being the kind-hearted mother she is, told me that she understood how competitive a sport like this can be. I agreed, but I knew that to give up too soon would not be the best solution. Reaching my goal of obtaining a first place award on an event would not be easy, but I convinced myself that I had to try. For a ten-year-old girl, I possessed a great deal of motivation, and my teammates knew that. No matter how low my scores were, they always believed in me. Attending

This was me a year ago, someone who wished they could change the past. As an early adolescent I felt that I was not in control of my life. Gymnastics had that control. I started gymnastics at the age of 3 and rapidly progressed. From the age of 6 I was in the gym seventeen hours a week - even longer as I got older and was moved up to the higher levels. It was an environment where there was no crying, no whining and no quitting - we wanted to so badly, especially me. I was injured multiple times a week and my body ached, but still kept strong and did not quit. While homework was

When I was 9 years old, I started this thing called competitive or all-star cheerleading. My goal at the time was to make it on a level 5 team and compete at the World Championship. Within my first 5 seasons I had a lot of trouble with my tumbling, which prevented me from moving past level 4. Before my sixth season I switched cheer gyms. My parents believed in my goals so much that they drove me an hour and half to and from practice two to three times a week. Within my first year at Tribe which was my new gym, my tumbling issues never got resolved. That left me on a level 3 team where I never believed I was good enough. The next year I was again put on a level 3 team. Now in my eighth season I was put on a level 3 team yet again. I wanted to quit, but my coach showed me that tumbling did not define me and allowed me to fall in love with the sport all over again.

many young athletes’ perceptions that their parents expect them to be extraordinary and would criticize them if they failed to deliver. The added pressure from coaches to be perfect can also deter young athletes’ focus on doing what is right or doing what will allow them to succeed and ultimately satisfy their parents and coaches desires (Madigan, Stoeber & Passfield, 2016).

As a sophomore, I tried out again. There were enough girls to create a junior varsity team but again, I was a benchwarmer for varsity, still not useful enough to play, but too experienced for junior varsity. During this year I started to realize that blaming other players for my failure was

Growing up, my dad made sure that my brothers were involved in sports. Because he thought that football was too rough for them at a young age he signed them up for baseball. From then on out, we became a baseball family. Everything we did, all of our family friends were because of the sport. Even though, I did not play the sport, I still loved the game. It was the beginning of my seventh grade year when my dad informed me that it was mandatory that I participate in an extracurricular activity and because my dad was the authoritarian saying “no” to him was not a question. It was then that I decided to join a softball team.

First thing first, you are now on your own. Back in high school my parents were always the ones to introduce me into joining sport leagues from a young age and always were the ones to hold my hand when I needed their help. In college you’re on your own, you’re the one that

I have always been told that I got blessed with my genes. Everything I do athletically just comes natural to me. I have had the opportunity to play multiple sports whom of which I have had success in. In all of the sports I’ve participated in I have loved soccer the most and track is just the most natural sport for me. I’ve played soccer for over half of my young life. Soccer just makes me happy when I play. I have also been blessed by being average at soccer too. I didn’t do well my 9th grade season so coming into being a Sophomore I wanted to change that. I worked hard in the off-season and I became a varsity Captain and I finished the season 3rd in the area for assist and was a 2nd team All-District player. I was proud of myself but i knew I didn’t give it everything I had.

As I entered my freshman year of year high school, I was very nervous, yet excited to begin deciding my path in life, such as where I wanted to go to college or what job I wanted when I was an adult. At this point, I had some staple skills established, but nothing like I currently have. The year that I decided to try out for the wrestling team, my older brother was a junior at the time and he influenced me to join and said that it was a really fun sport that would help me to grow both physically and mentally.While I hesitated at first, I eventually decided that I would give it a shot. That decision was one of the best decisions I have yet to made. The first practice came, and at the time, it was one of the most

Athletics played a large role in my life growing up. During my senior year of high school, I transferred to a new school where I intended to play football. However, during the last practice before the season started, I developed a stress fracture which caused me to miss our first four games. I was a few inches taller than six feet, and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds, which made me one of the biggest guys at the small private school I attended. The time I spent recovering from my injury provided ample time for me to ponder what I would learn from the experience. My brother is three years older than me, which allowed me to have relationships with individuals who were living my potential future. I began to seek advice from friends

Wanting me submit activities other than academics on my college application, my parents advised me to try out for a sport. Even though I loathed running long distances, I attempted cross country. I wasn’t intending to argue with my parents. After two days of conditioning for cross country in the dead of summer, I told my parents emphatically that I was drained and that I wasn’t going to do cross country. Afterwards, I told them that I could do track in the spring

“I wouldn't be surprised if you made JV or Varsity” my mom would smile and say. I usually just replied with a simple thanks and smiled. With tryouts coming closer and closer and my parents and other friends and companions talking to me on how well I should play. I got determined. I felt some butterflies often and became tense when I thought about soccer. The sport I adore. Even though my parents weren't trying to put pressure on me and make me more confident,sometimes the way they word things made me think the opposite. As more determination filled me, I started to practice more and get ready for the tryout.