Loon Mountain X Team-Personal Narrative

I started skiing when I was just five. I started taking lessons and really learning the basics when I was seven. When I first started skiing I did not enjoy it at all. I was cold, tired and did not like falling down. After many lessons and skiing on my own, I started to enjoy skiing more. I skied with friends and family a few times a year. The elementary school I attended offered a winter ski and snowboard program. Every Tuesday of every week from January to March my entire school would travel to King Pine Ski Resort in Madison, NH. We would take ski lessons offered at the mountain. During those years when I was able to leave school and be brought to this mountain and ski with friends was when I started to look at skiing less as hobby and more as a passion. Skiing was not just an

Then I began to spill out the emotions of never being able to compete in college sports. My competitive nature will always be a part of me, and now I would have to find something to replace my participation in organized sports. As I was writing this, other ideas began to flow. Attending such a close-knit school for four years, the next ideas inevitably began effortlessly pouring out: missing my peers and teachers, being

Yet life is strange. Once again, almost expected, I successfully became the tailender in my first track meet. It was a cloudy afternoon, I lied on the central lawn of the asphalt sport ground with my throat full of stifling anxiety and the taste of bitter blood. The soft grasses under me turns into a blanket of pins and needles when I heard other teammates passed by talking about their places in events, and I started to remorse bitterly about why would I humiliate myself one more time with the practical experience, covered my face with my blanket to hide my Buffoonery, till the coach

An interest, a hobby, or a lifestyle? Nordic skiing has put many tolls on my life. Through hard work and dedication; I have put myself in a position where not only would my application be incomplete without mentioning skiing, but my life would be unthinkable without it. To be a successful skier, there are many obstacles a person must overcome. Which all include an unimaginable prize to be won.

While almost everything in my life changed that winter I still had my love of running, and although I traded in my woods for a small fenced in yard I also traded in freezing weather for the beautiful sunny South Florida perfect for year-round sports. The first chance I got I tried out for my local travel soccer team, not at all expecting the different level of discipline and talent from my old team to this new one and I was extremely intimidated. The coach gave me a position and as I nervously jogged to my position on the field I knew I was no longer the star player. I dribbled and passed the ball slowly growing into a rhythm, when my opportunity to

Winter is the time of the year when the legendary Winter Olympic games begin. Multiple athletes compete and make their countries proud. Canadian Olympic athlete Heather Moyse, a highly recognized bobsledder has competed in numerous Winter Olympic games and has earned herself a title as a Women's Bobsledding champion throughout Canada. She has additionally represented Canada in cycling and rugby. Not only is Heather a breath-taking athlete but she has become an inspirational motivational speaker. In consequence of her astounding abilities, Heather has earned several achievements. Throughout Heather’s experience in the Olympics and in the bobsledding sport, she has learned numerous lessons on her journey as an athlete. Therefore, she uses her experience to convey messages to younger people about reaching their fullest potential and achieving success.

It all started as a passionate love towards the sport, then came as a dream to be one of those guys you see on t.v riding their bikes down a mountain, then became reality, and then….I was there on those mountains. Breathless. Just staring down below me as if I was a bird looking down from the clouds. I could taste the pine from the trees below and beside me. The taste was so surreal. And for a split second I couldn't believe where I was, and who I had become. I was so happy to be where I was, and was sure my mom was looking down on me today, and smiling from ear to ear seeing her son fulfil his dream.

Although, I felt that quitting baseball was not the finish to my journey. This was the start of high school, with new opportunities staring at my face. Still passionate about sports, I anticipated finding another that intrigued me. At lunch one day, I told my friend about quitting baseball and how I wanted to try something new. I profoundly reminisce him saying, “If you want a challenge, come run track with me.” My knowlege of track wasn’t immense, but I knew that running was something I craved to do more of. Therefore, I needed execute this challenge for myself. After all of the years of playing baseball because of the expectations I thought were on me, I stepped out of my comfort

Air Horns, Yelling, Sweat, Tears and Blood, this was the moment I knew all the hard work put in over the last fifteen years came to an end. All around me I could see my teammates, my brothers, kids I go out everyday and work my ass off for crying and shaking their heads. The look of defeat was all around me, the feeling of emptiness filled my heart faster than liquid fills a water bottle. This was the second time my High School hockey team had lost in the state championships game. Losing two times doesn 't only hurt the heart but it affects the community as well. As I made my way back to the locker room I hugged my fellow seniors and their parents, and congratulated them on an amazing high school career. As I was changing into my suit and tie, the feeling of failure overcame me and I could tell the same for my fellow teammates. It was the worst feeling imaginable, all the dedication I put into winning this state championship was stripped away and I couldn 't help but feel sad. Cheer up Zach is all I heard for the next two days, as my father constantly tried to enliven my spirit. My father has constantly been there for me, he has been my inspiration and my mentor over the years. At a young age my father taught me the importance of work ethic and discipline. I have carried these traits with me my whole life and without my father 's guidance and mentorship, I wouldn 't be the man I am today. My life has revolved around these traits and after that horrible defeat, I had a dream

Despite enjoying the antics of the little ones, I couldn’t procrastinate much longer. It was time to face the music and meet my cross country ski instructor. I was surprised to feel nervous, after all how difficult could cross country skiing be? For years, I have avidly watched the Olympic Winter Games and the cross country athletes appear to circumnavigate the course without difficulty. Surely I would be able to kick, stride and glide with the best of them. My fearless instructor Bryon introduced himself to the group and welcomed us to our session. With a calm confidence he assured us that we would love our new sport and be tackling the trails in no time. Hesitantly, I followed Bryan and within seconds I was on the ground doing a fantastic Bambi impersonation. This was trickier than it

Imagine being the last skier in the Olympic event of Super-G? When no one is expecting you to win, not even yourself and at the end of the course there is a roar from the crowd. You being so confused and wondering why anyone is even cheering? Well, this is what had happened to Ester Ledecka. She is mainly known for snowboarding and a fierce competitor. Ester was born March 23rd, 1995, making her 22 years of age from Prague, Czech Republic. I choose this woman to write my essay on because she is remarkable and she went against the odds to win gold.

It’s what he wrote his college essay on. He is on the club team at Providence and is one of his biggest passions. He plays every week and it is a passion of his that he can’t imagine living without. But the love he has for golf didn’t appear magically out of nowhere. It manifested after a heartbreak with another sport that he loves, hockey. When Jake was 15 years old, he tried out for his high school varsity hockey team. The results didn’t go as he had planned they would. They did for all of his friends however because they all made it. Jake was the only one who didn't make the team. This was devastating for him to hear. He started to cry as soon as he heard the news. His friends tried to console him but it didn’t work. He knew that they had made it and that he didn’t. They didn’t know how he felt. He felt ashamed and embarrassed. Hockey was his number one sport. How could he have not made the team? He felt left out because all of his friends now have another thing in common. They were a part of the hockey team and he wasn’t. He felt as though he had let down his dad who was his biggest supporter. Of course Jake knew that deep down his dad would always still be supportive. His dad said, “It’s their loss.” He went home crying that night. His mom even said that if he didn’t feel like it, he didn’t have to go to school the next day. Jake contemplated not going to school, but he felt that it would be the best if he did. He showed up the next day and

Ever since elementary school, I have strived to be the best that I could be, which sparked my interest in athletics. The thought of competing against other athletes was exhilarating. From judo mats, to basketball courts, and baseball fields, I consistently played sports, but there was just something missing. Then there was the day I picked up a lacrosse stick and just knew I found my passion. I fell in love with the game and never looked back. Especially when times started to get tough, the lacrosse field became my safe haven from social anxieties. Lacrosse has, and always will be my passion. I fell in love with the game and never looked back.

The weekend of August 15, 2015 was life changing. I was very excited to start my sophomore year and Cross Country season because our team had just ended an amazing year, making it to State. This weekend was the last one before my sister left for her Freshman year of college. It was also my family’s last camping trip of the season. We picked a campground that was close by because I had practice on Saturday morning that I refused to miss.

When I was growing up we just had to walk outside, and there was an abundance of outdoor recreational opportunities just waiting to be explored. Living in the middle of nowhere comes with benefits and downfalls. A benefit was that we had endless amounts of land to explore. From a young age I was always told to play outside, playing for us was without boundaries. A down fall would be that we had to drive to get anywhere, we couldn’t just run down the block to ask a friend to come out play. My dad is the big nature lover and he is always the person that encourages me to join him on a hike or a walk. That being said my Dad is the reason why I grew up where I did, my mom never complained but I knew she did a lot of driving kids around. Throughout high school I played field hockey and ran track, getting in shape was easy. I could just go for a run on our quiet dead end dirt road or run on one of the many logging roads. In the winter time almost everyone you know skis. I grew up ten minutes from the local mountain, so my friends and I would go up after school a couple days a week and then on the weekends too. In middle school I tried nordic skiing (xc skiing) on a team, I was terrible. I even came in last at one of the races of 100 or so kids. My dad has always been into cross country skiing, so a few years back he bought a track setter (which is a machine that is pulled behind a