What Have You Learned At The Cub Pilot?

     When we finally got to the fight, they weighed me in and my coach told me to start putting on my boxing gear.  I wore black trunks with a red flame going down the right leg and an black tank top.  After I put on my gear I started to wait till it was my turn to fight. I started to eat some cashews, but I was too nervous to eat. After a while, it was finally my turn to fight my coach wrapped my hands up and warmed me up.  My coach and I started heading towards the ring so I could fight.  When the bell rung, I rushed towards my opponent and started throwing all the combinations I knew.  By the time that I knew, the fight was over in the first 55 second in the first round. I shook my opponent’s hand and his coach’s hand. I was so happy I won and got a trophy my dad was so proud of me.

My opponent is my teacher and my ego is my enemy. During the beginning of 9th grade I had always wanted to get a membership at a gym and so happen that my cousin started working at this new gym called UFC, she invited me to check it out. Monday in the afternoon, I went to the gym and from the moment I first stepped foot in that gym I loved the vibe there. Everybody pleasantly welcomed me. I first started taking DUT (Daily Ultimate Training) classes which worked more on strength and conditioning. Then several different classes, however the one class that caught my attention the most was the Brazilian jiu-jitsu class. Brazilian jiu-jitsu (BJJ) is a martial art and combat sport that teaches a smaller person how to defend himself against a larger adversary by using leverage and proper technique

The reason for my nervousness was because it was the last rodeo of the High School Rodeo season. The last rodeo just so happened to be

Describe the pre-assessment(s) used to establish all students’ baseline knowledge and skills for this lesson.

You have to be responsible of knowing all the one-step sparring’s and forms. When you make a mistake in a form, the lower belts copy you make the same mistake. If you make a mistake in a one-step, you might injure the person and twist the wrong muscle.

I had the choice in the third and chose bottom also. I did a quick sit out and switch than he caught me flat and was able to get the legs in but no points. He quickly started throwing across cross faces but they weren't lightly either. They were fists coming across really hard getting a couple of knuckles to my nose. The first one hit and was a sting to my nose the second was a terrible indescribable pain that about two seconds later blood came rushing out my

As I stepped on the bright red and black mats, I could hear my heart beating through my chest. I sat there stretching my arms while attempting to memorize my techniques. The thought of forgetting a technique or part of my form paralyzed me with fear. Uncertainty ran through my head. Questions like, “what if I freeze and don’t know what to do?” and, “what if I can’t defend myself from the black belts?”. I began to regret spending time outside instead of practicing more. I knew I had to perform the techniques as best as I could. A few minutes passed, all five of the black belts

Win points you have to hit certain parts of the other person's body parts to get points, Like for instance the head was like 4 points and the arm was 2 points. Ok back to the story, so I was really far into the tournament and I was up against a red belt which is 2 belts higher than me, so this kid new more moves than me which was his or her advantage. I was using all my effort to beat this person and using mostly headshots to get more points. Eventually I was tied with my opponent at 10 points and their was only a couple more seconds left and I swung my foot and hit the other person on the head and got 4 points, then the match ended and I won and was moving onto the finals. As I was warming up my teacher came over to me and told me the next opponent is a very tall and was a black belt. As the match started I was looking up at the tall man who was probably like 5ft and 10 inches. I started off the match ok but my opponent kept blocking all my moves and attacking me with strong blows that pushed me back to the edge of the ring. If I was pushed out of the ring I would

Ever wonder how I did at my league tournament for wrestling? If you don't then you should. First, I walked on the mat for my first match. The first match was probably the hardest match of the day. I had to wrestle a kid named karson Brandt, he was from holton. I beat him 9-1 in a three period battle.

The next test was the walk and turn in which I observed 4 clues. One clue on she could not keep her balance in the instruction phase,one clue on missing heal to toe several times,one clue on stepping off the line several times, and one clue using her arms for balance.

There was only a few of us that day, we all needed to take the GED test. We all seemed nervous. The nice lady who signed me in stood up front, she explained all the rules; no talking, no cheating, no getting up without your hand raised and acknowledged, and there are no bathroom breaks until you have finished each test. Before I took my seat I grabbed ear plugs took a last drink of my water and headed toward a seat up front. A little discouraged and nervous.

Then, as quick as air, he writhed his way out, came out behind me, and scored two points for a reversal. I struggled to get one point for an escape, but we went out-of-bounds. Placed at the center of the mat again, I finally escaped. Sloppily, he took another shot and I scored off of it as I had done before. He quickly escaped, bringing the score to 5-3. Suddenly, he went in for another takedown. Unable to defend properly, I fell to the ground and he scored, tying the score at 5-5. I could hear my teammates and my coaches shouting my name, telling me to escape. I squirmed and finally managed to escape and score the point; I was in the lead. I just had to survive these last few seconds and I would win. We circled around more, but I kept backing away, unwilling to risk giving him any more points. The whistle sounded, “One point red, stalling on green.” The score was 6-6. I cringed slightly, but kept my composure.

Boy was I nervous! I striped off my sweats, placed my headgear on to cover my ears, and tighten my shoes so tight I felt like my shoes were a part of my feet. I walked out to the scorekeepers to grab my green strap that tied against my ankle indicating, I was the guest. York team wore the red strap indicating it was a home meet for them. Each step I took I felt my heart beating harder and harder. Once the ref explained to us the rules and shook hands with my opponent, the whistle blew and I was already trying to grab the other wrestlers neck, and push his elbow over his head to bring him down to his back. That was a successful move I’d always rely on. The adrenaline kicked in immediately letting me wrestle with all I had. The first match didn’t last 2 minutes. It was a piece of cake at the end, but that was just the first. I had 2 more to go to finish the

When I first arrived at Aviation Challenge, I was expecting a very laid-back camp in which we get to do military style activities, but boy was I wrong. By the end of the first day, I had concluded that this military-based camp was just like the military (who would have known).

Several years ago, when I was five years-old, I watched the movie The Karate Kid (1984) starring Ralph Macchio as the bullied teen who comes out of his shell, having mastered a form of martial arts. At that tender age, I was impressed by the fact that such a mousy adolescent came out of his shell in such an impacting way. Mr. Miyagi (played by Pat Morita) was especially impressive with his quiet demeanor and extraordinary martial arts skills. The movie was a bit old-fashioned, but I loved it! Although I was never bullied, I knew that I wanted to be just like Daniel Larusso, the character that Ralph Macchio played: strong and disciplined. So when the chance came along to join a martial arts class came along, I grabbed it. I started taking classes