When I was eight years old, I accomplished what some daredevils wouldn’t attempt to try. I tested the validity of Newtonian mechanics by falling off my bike into a ravine below. I broke both arms. I’ve always been accident prone. It’s in my blood, I guess. I’ve broken and bruised my poor bones in as many places as Humpty Dumpty cracked his shell. So it’s not surprising that, to this day, my right ankle is still marginally larger than my left one. As I grew older, to cure my so-called clumsiness, my parents encouraged me to go on runs with my remarkably coordinated, cross-country running brother. At first, I deemed their well-intentioned suggestion as a ludicrous idea. However, I skeptically accepted their advice. And so, every day, I would …show more content…
Ever since my formative years, I’ve constantly been, as my friends say, frighteningly competitive. Whether it was who could paint the prettiest petunia in preschool or who could answer the most questions during Friday afternoon academic team practices in the chemistry lab, I always wanted to win. I enjoy the rush of adrenaline that floods through my body during a competition. But regardless of the area of competition, I treasure the satisfaction of being able to reach my goal every single day. Whether it may be my absence of artistic talent as a toddler or my lack of agility as an adolescent, I know that I am overcoming my weaknesses, step by step (pun …show more content…
I have very few necessities in life: food, water, shelter, and structure. If I don’t have a plan, or to be candid, a precise multi-step plan, I feel as if I’ve stepped into my car, but left my keys on the counter. I’ll color code my notes for each school subject, and my planner is my bible. Thus, the orderly structure of running made it strikingly appealing to me. I soon found a comfortable jogging pace and a coveted running path. The day-to-day pattern of running the same circles around Bluebird park and invariably passing Mr. and Mrs. Paul walking their golden retrievers established a strong sense of
I have excelled at every subject, achieving various honors throughout my years at Bellefonte. I have challenged myself greatly by taking various engineering classes at the high school, so that I can see what is to come in my future. These courses are designed to push students outside of the normal classroom routine, making me focus on real world applications of the material. In these courses, and all of my schoolwork I strive for perfection, pushing myself to my limits to achieve it. When faced with challenges I strive to overcome them in any means necessary. I strive to have challenges in my schoolwork, so that I can push myself to solve them. I do not back away from any challenge, rather I seek for them to show myself, and others what is
When a friend asks you if you want to watch a movie, usually this suggestion doesn’t end in you wishing you could be born with a different color of hair. And by now, I thought I was pretty immune to the cringe worthy blonde jokes and stereotypes. Since I had basically grown up with these constant comparisons of the “ditsy blonde” or the famous doll barbie. Therefore when my good friend Megan suggested watching Legally Blonde as the movie for the night, I was confident that I had every lame joke, comparison, and stereotype covered thus I was unfazed by any of the future attacks. Let me tell you, I was wrong.
If a person competes, they are seen as a strong and determined individual. If a person chooses not to compete, they are seen as weak and insecure. Competition is what drives a person to be the best version of him, or herself. That may sound like a good thing, but competition can also cause the worst part of a person to surface and deteriorate the positive characteristics of the outcome in a contest. Analysts have noted, “Vicious competitiveness can be ugly and socially destructive.” Compared to this analysis, it should also be noted that competition has its advantages and disadvantages when it comes to identifying the nature of the competitive behavior where in the world of today, you are expected to compete to your fullest potential in order to succeed in academics, business and in society.
Sitting in my frigid bleak classroom I found myself constantly looking out the window staring at the rain that had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running. These injuries were so severe i had to go into surgery just to be able to walk normal again much less of running on uneven surfaces like cross country. The long months of rehabilitation were log and painstakingly hard, not just physically but mentally as well. There were so many days i knew there was no way i was ever going to be my normal self again. When I was finally able to run again I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my
I remember when I turned five, something in my mother’s head clicked. She wanted me to join track. I did not understand the point of running just to reach the finish line. Other sports like football, soccer, etc. have something to run for, but what does track have to run for? Yes, it’s to reach that finish line, but what is that going to do for me? That was the first thought that came to my seven-year-old self. Let’s just say for the first couple years my thoughts about running were far from being changed.
Just as I formulated plans for racing strategies, I devised strategies to balance priorities in my schedule, to pursue the collection of all essentials to running. I formulated strategies to approach literature analyses, handle school rallies, and engage the community in activities, all of which are routes and trails imperative to running. As pressure rises, my heart pounds, but I am determined; I carry on through the hurdles, I inhale and exhale the justifications that shove the worries away. Whether it be the time that my family and I lost our house or the time my father departed from my family, I was resolute and forced the hardships aside. Each day, new trails are discovered and decisions that we are compelled to make, are
Running seems natural. The only supplies necessary are a willing body and a pair of shoes. I couldn’t be a runner if it wasn’t for my running shoes.
I have never been an athletic person. I was never very fast, or skilled in athletics, and I always preferred reading to running. But during the winter of my seventh grade year, a close friend talked me into joining swim team, and in the spring, several of my other friends talked me into going out for track. As it turned out, I still wasn’t good at athletics, and I still didn’t enjoy most of it, but I think it all ended up being worth it in the end.
If you really knew me, you would know that I am very, very competitive. I love competition. It’s absolutely electrifying. It makes me feel alive. I also hate losing. I hate being second best. I get very upset if I don’t win monopoly. But it motivates me to work harder and push myself further. And sometimes the only person to beat is myself.
In woman’s life, becoming a mother is one of the most exciting and best moment in their life. Knowing what happen in the growing baby in womb during the pregnancy time can make women enjoy the exciting moment and help in reduce the nervous of giving birth. According to Trish (2004), pregnancy is a special time and a healthy life event. During pregnancy time, women also go through every emotional phase in her life time. A pregnancy woman’s body also will undergoes some physical change. The changes is important to assist for fetal development. There are three stages of pregnancy which are the first trimester, second trimester and third trimester. (Refer to figure 1 in appendix 1)
As I began my freshman year of high school, I felt compelled to join a sport. I wanted to try something new since I played basketball, baseball, and soccer growing up. So, I decided to join the cross country team. I thought running would be as natural and effortless as it was in other sports. Never had I been more wrong.
Alex Mulhall Mr. McGee AP Literature Period 1 16 November 2015 The Clever Way to Make a Point (A critique of Chaucer’s use of satire in Canterbury Tales) It is well known that the best arguments are not always those that are stated directly. Clever ways of discussing and exposing certain political points are critical in distinguishing the success of those points. Geoffrey Chaucer knew this quite well.
Little did I know, at the time, that the sport I was reluctant to join would soon become an escape for me. As a sophomore in high school, two friends, who were runners, invited me to join cross country. I was hesitant, but eventually remembered my father’s advice that I should try new things, and decided to join. Running became my new hobby; I found myself not only running for the team, but for my own personal joy. What made running so engaging to me was the sense of accomplishment I got when I successfully completed my workout. This may sound odd, but while going through this tiring activity, I typically ended up happy.
As you can tell, I was a particularly rambunctious child. As I grew older, to cure my so-called clumsiness, my parents encouraged me to go on runs with my remarkably coordinated, cross-country running brother. At first, I deemed their well-intentioned suggestion as a ludicrous idea. However, I skeptically accepted their suggestions. And so, every day, I would tuck my long hair into a neat ponytail, slip on running shoes and begrudgingly race after my brother in the sweltering summer heat.
“You have competition every day because you set such high standards for yourself that you have to go out every day and live up to that”-(Michael Jordan). This quote perfectly describes my mentality as a child and currently as a young adult. As a child, I was curious and determined as my family recalls. My mother never lets me forget the number of times she had to free my fingers from the holes of shopping carts because I was curious if they would fit. As I got older and a bit more independent, I remember going into my kitchen cabinets and grabbing several different ingredients, namely flour, oil, and water and creating different mixtures of different textures and consistencies. I was fascinated in my creations. Along with this curiosity