Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

We landed our axel and a new jump consistently, and a bliss came over us. Joy filled our bones and we finally felt free from the weight that was once upon us; however, two or so weeks later we lost both jumps and thus the longing to try again. We could feel the disappointment growing in our parents’ and coach’s faces. Heaviness grew upon us every time we stepped a foot into that ice rink, it was time to move on.

Starting a brand new sport that has never been practiced or performed is very nerve racking. January 11th, 2016 was my very first gymnastics meet. I’ve never been so nervous before in my entire life. It was very cold in Benson Minnesota on that day, my team wore winter coats. As my team was warming up it became very real for me that I was actually doing this.

I landed face first. As I collected the pile of papers scattered around me, I cringed and briskly glanced at the unfamiliar faces fixated on my every move below the narrow landing of the school stair case. I briefly questioned whether I was in a cliché high school film before I was brought back to the reality of my freshman year by a stranger who yelled at me to move so she could get to class. As I fumbled back up on my feet and trudged to my sixth period class, my thoughts lingered on the unsurprising nature of this turn of events. Only two weeks earlier I tumbled to the ground in the middle of a half marathon. This clumsiness was not a new development. My evident lack of coordination had loomed over me since childhood, memorialized by the

I completed my floor routine with ease! It showcased my best event and I nailed it; however, bars really created the pressure. My coach for the event was Coach Alex, and the determination I felt to make him proud overwhelmed me. I loved all my coaches, but he stood out as someone very special. I knew I would miss his constant nagging at me. I approached the springboard, enveloped with chalk and trembling from head to toe. I hit the springboard with such power it jumped backwards. My hands felt like fire as I spun around the bars. My hands released the low bar and after an eternity, I felt the bar again, but by that time I grasped onto the high bar. Before I knew it, I had finished my last bar routine with a successful

So I thought to myself, I am going to do what I thought was the impossible. So as I heard the cars pull up I thought this would be a great day to do it my parents would be too busy with the guest and I could practice. As I changed into my play clothes I noticed that there was no one on the trampoline so off I went and started to do my handstands to strengthen my arms. As my arms got stronger is starting to do my front walk over. If you don’t know what that

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

Nelson couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it. A trampoline, standing there in all its plastic, elastic glory. Instantly, Nelson was all over it. He spent the rest of his day perfecting tricks, bouncing higher, and only stopping the process for bathroom breaks. He enjoyed the trampoline so much over the next days he was devastated when he had realized it was the last Sunday before school started again.

My head was going crazy, I could barely think straight.I was off to a great start. I has stuck all my landings and I just need one more Tumbling pass to go, and if I had stuck it then I would qualify to Nationals. My brain was rushing super fast that it felt like I was off the floor.

A girl went off the low dive and she did a 1 and a half it was really cool so I asked her if she could show me how she said “yes”. So she told me to run jump flip hold my knees tight then dive right before i hit the water. The first 3 times i failed then she told me i was letting go too fast and not holding on long anouf. So i tried again and finally i hit it perfect and she said good job to me.

I was standing at the front of the fourth mat. My nana was watching through the windows of the “parent” room upstairs. Here I am so happy that I have finally done a back handspring by myself. I start jumping up and down, waving, running around, all just to try and get my nana’s attention to show her what my hardwork has done for me. I finally get her to look. I, this really

‘Just whatever you do, Relax, and follow my voice’ I say to her. ‘Okay, lay down and move your feet from side to side’ I say. Listening, she does what I tell her until finally she’s out of the quicksand. It brings a sudden relief to Ella and she falls to the safety of the ground almost instantly and faints.

Halfway I realized I wasn’t going to make it, I could still see the black trampoline tarp and the lush green grass beneath me. I stuck my arm out to break the fall for my face. I felt a crunching noise run through my entire body as I fell to the trampoline. As I lifted

It was a hot summer day that happened to be the day if Bryan’s first track meet. He was going to sprint the 100 meter dash, or at least he thought. Many of his peers and his family supported him. The heat was so blistering that you could cook an egg on the pavement. The smell of rubber filled the field as Bryan’s heat was called. As he was setting his blocks, he noticed that the other runners looked very athletic. Bryan was shaking as if someone poured ice down his back. “Runners at your mark,” said the official, “Set,....GO!!” Bryan gave all his might and energy as he exploded off the blocks, only to face plant onto the pavement. Pain and embarrassment filled his face, which felt like the sun had just given him a kiss. All he wanted to do

I can’t remember how I twisted myself in the air to come crashing down with my arms outstretched, but I did it. Maybe I was torquing after losing my grip on the basketball hoop, but I remember most of the fall, staring down at the concrete, seeing my hands automatically extend. I had a sense of the powerfulness of that landing, a landing that would finally defeat a part of my body and successfully break it. I have had close calls before. Everyone has. But I knew, while in the air, feeling that slow-down, that this was it.

With every jump vaulters began to fall. Time drew on and before long there were only two vaulters left. He had just missed his last attempt at fourteen feet and I was on mine. The clearance of the jump would be a personal best by six inches, champion of the Sectional meet pole vault, and a new school record previously broken by my father and my great uncle before him. Since I was the last one in I was given five minutes to prepare for the next jump, I had all the time in the world. I close my eyes and take a long breath in and feel my chest rise. It’s very quiet. There are no distracting conversations, cheers, or starting guns. Whether that was real or just myself eludes me to this day. I exhale the last remaining butterflies which fluttered in my stomach. As I open my eyes, I watch my pole rise and reach its peak where it is most comfortable. Its weight feels natural in my hands, a familiar feeling. I count as I take my first step, starting slow and steadily increasing. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven. When I jump, the pole’s strength pushes against my arm. I use my left hand and drive with with all the force I possess. My legs heave upwards toward the sky with my upper body soon following. As I turn over, I feel myself slowly soaring higher to the point where I was able to pitch my pole back towards the runway. From that moment I knew I was different. I was exceeding my brothers, I was exceeding my dad. I was now the new pole vault record holder. I was better than any vaulter that had ever attended Sainte Genevieve High School. My back softly hits the mat and I immediately