Cleats Descriptive Writing

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

Nike may be typically known for focusing a lot of gear solely on athletes; yet, it is not just for them. Nike’s objective

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

I was surrounded by the sound of graphite moving anxiously over paper. The clamor filled my ears and collided with the dull ticking of the clock that hung over the SAT proctor’s disorderly, graying hair. There were only eighteen minutes left and I still had not written a single word. The prompt reverberated in my head like a ringing bell, but I could not form cohesive thoughts. My heart raced and my fingernails dug into the curve of my palm in panic, leaving small, pallid impressions in their wake. Pleading with myself, I considered the page that lay askew on the on the chipped desk in front of me. I wrote a desperate and painfully arbitrary sentence that I quickly erased. Nothing sounded right. I had studied and prepared for this moment with

I have only been at Marist for a few days, but the many experiences I have had here made me realize how fortunate I am to be a part of this community. One of my favorite parts of being at Marist, at least while the weather is nice, is walking to class. The view of the Hudson River with the hills in the background and the train sometimes passing by is like a scene from a painting. It is such an enormous difference from what I have been used to my whole life. Gone are the days of having four minutes to walk between classes trying to push between tons of people in cramped hallways. At Marist, there are lots of students outside walking to class, jogging, driving, or biking. I really like the freedom of the campus where everyone is doing their own thing. It sometimes feels like walking through Central Park.

When players started to make their own spikes for their shoes the companies took this as opportunity and started to manufacture them.(Amy Daughters) This establishes that yet again the players were one of the biggest reasons the cleat changed because the players wanted to have a good shoe to play in. Even though the players prefered high top boots the companies changed it to low cut.(Amy Daughters) This example is that companies thought that low cut was easier to make and changed players apparel. The players were the ones who made the big changes because they believed their performance in the game would improve if their shoe was better.(Amy Daughters) This shows that the players do have some say in what happens in the game. Cleats are very important to the game not only do they provide support and help make sharp cuts the can protect some muscle injuries.(Joel DeVyldere)

Super! Where going to the barn it’s a fun place. That’s where I Ride my own horses. I and my brother like to go there with my grandpa. My cousins go there too. When we were going over there we pass by the races. Then we continue going then I saw a watermelon seller we bought a tasty and juicy watermelon. We continue more and then we saw a tamale seller they were so good. Next, we put on our cowboy shirt, pants, boots, and hat. We gave hay to the horses and grass to the cows, sheep, and goats. We took some milk from the cows and made it good for us to drink Finally, I ask my dad and grandpa” can we ride the horses.” “Yes,” we can ride the horses. After that, we got in the tractor a plant the weed. The wheel from the

The only thing constantly in my head over the duration of my deployment was my wife. I may have been fighting for my country, but she’s the only reason why my mind still orders my muscles to strain themselves. Every time I slept, it was like she was actually with me and I could feel her soft touch that was more soothing than the ocean breeze on a ninety degree day back in Oregon. Well, at least when I was mentally able to sleep, which only came about three nights a week. Unlike a large number of the men on base, I hadn’t broken down yet. Not physically, not mentally. What I didn’t know, was that next time I woke up from a dream with my wife, and the next time I jumped up into the cockpit to fly an aircraft, would be the last time I was capable

Tucked into the stiff, stale-smelling waiting-room seat, patiently waiting on Clemmons to call her in, Veronica admired her own timing; she’d managed to finagle an excused gym absence and everything.

It is a sweltering day, in Arizona and no one is in sight. Everyone is either in the water or inside enjoying the cool air-conditioner. Peeps who is just a tiny little sparrow comes out of his tiny birdhouse and notices no one is outside. After searching around to make sure it okay. He then flies down to the beach to look for some left over food. Peeps then spots an old peanut butter and jelly sandwich and begins to munching down. Peeps was as hungry as a stray dog with no home.

A dark, blackish, minute silhouette, at first glance seemingly odorless of strange appearance stood on the corner. It was located on the corner of an empty gray, worn down side walk, next to a four way intersection, with fallen stop signs, whose roads where so worn down it appeared as if it was an antique road of dirt that had been covered in pebbles, as the only concrete that was left were a few shreds here and there, around 2000 feet away, parallel from where I was positioned, on a side walk next to a dirt road in the middle of the night, at 12 am on a nice late September autumn day, with light, leaf scented breeze, where I was basking in the young moon. The intersection was said to be so quiet and so unoccupied, men were rumored to sleep

Sunlight is beaming through the window as the alarm clock beeps louder and louder. The first day jitters have begun. Just a little over two months ago, fourth grade came to an end for Emily and summer vacation began. But, where did the summer go? Long days spent at the beach buried in the sand; seem like a distant memory. Fifth grade has become the reality and being a middle school student is still sinking in.

Knock knock what is that noise .Having not slept much through the night its to early I grumble .there it is again knock knock ."Room Service" ugh I dont order anything I stumble out of bed reaching down and adjust my self as I am still hard from that amazing dream I had a small smile fills my face as I think about it . I open the door and there is Barbara standing there ."wake up sunshine we have a long day " glancing down she says to me "I see someone is awake and ready to go" and lets out a small laugh as I hurridly try to cover myself. being she is smiling I cant help but to grin and laugh a little myself . "come in feell free to order some coffee for us while I shower " Mhmmm ,I walk to the shower and turn on the cold water and shiver a little but knowing she is out there I must get control of myself..

Droplets of sweat poured down my face while the beating sun blocks my view of the 8 lane track. The brush of skin touched me and my arm hair stood up. The bleachers were swarms of silence. My spikes towed the white line. I closed my eyes and the gun went off.

Professional athletes seek better performance and to reach the best of their potential. Product characteristics include light weight, high innovation and cushion technology. For instance Carl Lewi’s custom-designed pair of golden-colored Nike racing spikes made with Zytel, sources state that each shoe weighed about 94 grams.