Going To Invitationals Essay

When one becomes a track coach, one has to make many important decisions concerning their athletes. When accessing an athlete, the coach will have to decide what events will work best for the athlete, and the team. If an athlete gets injured, the coach will have to decide whether or not the athlete should compete

When a coach focuses on favorites instead of the good of the entire team, it really will set a bad vibe through the gym. I never kissed butt to get where I wanted to be. My parents did not pay loads of money for me to play on clubs so they could pay for my playing time. I came to work, but that was never good enough. I was working in overdrive to get my playing time, but again, the coach focused on the favorites and the girls who

My freshman year of high school Coach Specht was the assistant soccer coach, at tryouts he told me that I would have a bright future as a player and could possible play varsity as as a freshman. Throughout the year I keep putting in the time and finally half way through the season I got my chance to play my first varsity game. This showed me that he really believed in my skill, to put a freshman in against mostly juniors and seniors. Not many coaches will risk putting someone that young on the field. From there on out I played in most of the varsity games. I may not of started or played the whole game but it was a great learning experience and really helped me improve as a player. What made playing varsity even better is that we went on to win the school's first league title that year. Without coach Specht’s trust in me I wouldn’t of been able to experience winning the league.

Growing up in a small farm town in Wisconsin, few people would thing that a future NCAA lacrosse player would be on the come up. This athlete would have some of the best coaches and the worst coaches in that the game had to offer and would drip all of the knowledge they had. This athlete even fewer would know that he had an idea of being a great lacrosse coach and inspire other athletes to reach for things that they never thought they could aspire to. This athlete is me and I come from Waunakee, Wisconsin which is a small football farm town that dose not have many NCAA athletes come from it and even fewer lacrosse players that play the sport in the area. Like as was stated before I have had amazing coaches who pushed me to better and other

The next day I made all my shots and layups i even dunked. The coach was impressed and he said to me you”ve made my team. I was very excited But, the people that made the team didn’t seem and even made negative remark towards me said i am not a “basketball player”, “you cannot play”,I didn't listen to them and continued to play the game.My coach, fans, and students realize the conflict between me and the other teammates during games and practices. Within The week of me being on the team the coach held a personal meeting me with me and the other teammates. The coach lectured the other teammates saying it’s not right how you don’t accept me as a basketball player how would you feel if you was in his shoes.After the lecture from my coach The players started realizing i am worth something and welcomed me in open arms but i didn't received there welcoming.I didn't have chemistry with my teammates during the whole season but i was cordial with them i was there if they really needed me . The only person that i had chemistry with was my coach he never doubted me and he seen potential in me from tryouts to the end of the season which all that counts in my

This football camp I attended was only for the elite offensive linemen in the state of Massachusetts, but I received an invite my senior year to attend this. I was nowhere near one of the elite offensive linemen in the state, but the coach that ran it was a coach in my league. I have been battling it out with his team for the past three years, and the last person I expected anything from was this man. I was the smallest left tackle in our entire league for my entire high school career. But this coach admired my hustle, passion, and perseverance of being a smaller player, I also stopped his top defensive end every single year. So, when I got to the camp, all the other players would look at me like I was a boy among men. That whole week I was doing everything in my power to keep up with them, but my skills weren’t comparable to theirs. The thing that got me noticed at the camp was I went up against the biggest and most skilled guys there and didn’t care for one minute about getting shown up. I wanted to be the best player I could be, and the only way that would be possible is if I went against the best.

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.

I had four different swim coaches growing up and two of them were significantly influential in demonstrating how I wanted to be as a person and leader. From the age of five and until sixth grade, I did not have much of a connection or relationship with my coaches. It was more of a swim program that was held after school with some year round competitions. Once I entered Junior High School, swimming became more serious. I ended up trying out and making the year round national competition team. I swam for Mission San Jose Aquatics until the end of summer in 2006. My coach’s name was Debbie Potts. Debbie Potts was someone that everyone respected. She earned her respect by how she treated others with respect and with being a very supportive person. My relationship with her was good and I spent a lot of time with her since I was one of her top swimmers. During the summers I would work for her, helping her managed aspects of the team’s paper work, in addition to helping her with her business in vending swimming apparel and gear. Not only did I get

While high school student-athletes invest a lot of time and energy into their sport, the collegiate lifestyle brings a new level of difficulty that many incoming freshmen can find intimidating and overwhelming at first. In addition to being under more pressure to perform on a larger, more competitive stage in front of a more expansive audience, they must also deal with the every day challenges that normal college freshmen face: homesickness, transitioning into a more demanding academic workload, and creating a new social network. College athletes have to have their routines extremely time focused, and make time management essential to their daily lives.

I was a cheerleader and it was very obvious the coach did not like me. I could not figure out why, I had barely said two words to her. It started during the summer, the coach would purposely leave me out and not tell me about deadlines. In September when we were doing fittings for uniforms I finally understood why. I had told the coach that in order for my uniform to properly fit I would need it altered, like I did in middle school. The coach replied my measurements were fine and I should fit in the biggest size. The day my uniform came in I rushed home to try it on. As soon I got it on I cried. The uniform barely covered my body and the coach was refusing to let me alter it. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. The coach made me feel awful about myself. It took my mom going to the principal and superintendent to finally get my uniform altered. When practice started in November I was the only cheerleader doing just basketball cheer, that means it was just review for the other girls. It seemed like the coach did everything in her power to act like I was not there and when she did acknowledge me she was very cold. Needless to say I came home from the first week of practice

The whole season was a disappointment and I started to lose my passion for this sport altogether.I never knew that a coach could make someone hate playing a sport so much but that was happening to me. I started to dread going to practice just to get yelled at for stuff that I felt like i wasn’t doing wrong.

After preseason challenges, I began the season playing second doubles despite boasting a record qualifying me for the third singles position. Seeking to be proactive, I asked my coach why I was not in the position I achieved. Unexpectedly, she rudely dismissed my approach and the scores that

Overcoming the fact that one day you will not be able to play your sport is one of the hardest things all athletes must one day go through. It is a fact of the game that one day your eligibility runs out or if you are one of the lucky few who play professionally, your body’s years of health do not last forever. Coaching just to be around the sport and spread the joy that sport gave you for so many years. My coaching philosophy relies extremely heavily on this information. I have always been a person who is passionate about the things I love because I do not believe in not putting your whole heart into something. The most critical component to success in whatever sport you love lies in honoring the game that so many before you loved and excelled at. Excelling and honoring the game means having respect for everyone involved with the sport. Giving respect to your coaches is something I learned from the beginning. Being respectful and having a positive attitude learned at a young age is something completely taken for granted until you have adults who can neither adapt nor be flexible when something does not go their way. Sport is a form of education in that it teaches you similar life lessons that will be useful for far longer than the amount of time that you spend actually playing it.

It was February and Nationals was the next month. My coach called a meeting with me and my mom to tell me that she would be taking me out of the final round at nationals but would still let me perform in the qualifying round. I was devastated, it was as if my world had ended. I am still proud of myself today for not crying. Later I found out that her daughter would be replacing me in the final round but it didn’t matter to me, I knew I had only been dancing for a very short amount of time and I wanted to do what was what I thought was best for the team. Later I was being asked by people in charge at my studio about how I felt about it and I being clueless told them that I knew it was best for my team. Then I was told by my friends whose parents were on the board that what happened wasn’t okay and that things are being done about it. I still was so confused, it was too hard for me to believe that someone would take me out to put their daughter in for their own benefit. I was extremely upset when I found out it was the truth, but I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want any chaos or drama to be caused on team. Later did I find out that parents complained for me, they seemed to have my back and I didn’t even know some of them at the time. My coach was then confronted about the situation after nationals and got in trouble. I still didn’t know this but she did and she was going to make sure I didn’t get off easy for what

I tried out ninth grade year and made the B team. The start of high school volleyball was extremely hard because I was out of shape, and again behind technically. This meant that for the next three years of my life I would have to push myself past subconsciously set limits, and attempt to not only catch up with my fellow teammates but surpass them. This entailed summer workouts Monday through Thursday from eight to ten, starting club volleyball, and staying positive through it all. Despite all of my efforts, during the off season of my junior year my coach told me I was not likely to make the varsity team. Everything I had planned since seventh grade was slipping through my fingers, and I felt completely helpless. Furthermore, that off season consisted of my coach’s indecision on whether I would make the team, and my growing dislike for the sport. Needless to say my last months in volleyball were emotionally draining and because of that I decided not to try out my senior year.