Passion; an intense desire or enthusiasm for something. The latin origin of the word ‘pati’, meaning to suffer. For me running is my passion in every sense of the word. However this was not always so. The thought of it almost created a sense fear or anxiety in me; I did not enjoy it whatsoever. I definitely wasn’t good at it either. In middle school the most dreaded day of PE was always the day we had to run the mile. Every student plotting a way to get out of it. In sixth grade I finished second to last with a time of fifteen minutes. Embarrassed and angry I kept to myself. Everyone was comparing times with their friends but I would’ve rather died than tell anyone my time. I learned something thing from this extremely embarrassing fail; sometimes in life you need to just laugh at yourself, move on, and better yourself. And that's …show more content…
At first I ran only because I thought it would make me look better. I thought of it almost as a punishment. But it quickly became what I turned to to escape the world. Getting lost in my own thoughts and chasing that runner’s high. I feel bad for anyone who has never felt a true runners high; nothing compares. That strong feeling of accomplishing something difficult and the endorphins flowing through your body is incredibly empowering, and it is everything I crave. Inhaling and exhaling the crisp fresh air. Seething down the streets and around the corners. Each foot hitting the ground in perfect rhythm. Sometimes the 40 minutes spent running are the only minutes I feel calm. It the only time I can think clearly. It makes feel free and alive. However other times, it hurts like nothing else and you feel like any second your body is going to give out. Other days misery fills your body each time your foot strikes the pavement and it takes everything within you to take one more step. But, no matter how painful it is or isn’t, the feeling when your done makes it completely worth
There are so many things in my life, that I am overly grateful, appreciative, and thankful for. My family, friends, good health, a roof over my head, and being able to do the thing I love and enjoy most, dance.
"We all have dreams. In order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline and effort." Running has been a part of my life for four years now and in my short involvement in the sport, it has completely changed the kind of person I am, and the kind of person I want to be. Throughout the past few years, people always ask me "why do you run? What motivates you? And to be honest, I have a variety of reasons for why I am 100% committed and dedicated to being a runner.
Passion. The word in itself provokes zeal, and saying it brings about thoughts of perseverance and enthusiasm. The definition of the word passion describes it as a “ strong and barely controllable emotion.” This emotion commonly presents itself in the case of affection, politics, and religion. Multiple representatives of passion become apparent in the characters of “The Chosen”, by Chaim Potok. By the definition of religious passion, Reb Saunders, David Malter, and Danny Saunders all strongly embody this emotion.
In the beginning I felt like I should just quit, but I thought, what was all that practice for then? So I kept running anyways. I passed a couple guys while we're going up and down, left and right. There were many people on the side cheering and even though they weren’t cheering for me, it helped me keep running. The run went by very quickly and the finish line came up in a flash. Many people around me started sprinting, but I felt like throwing up at that point. I slowed down, but then I heard my dad cheering on for me. I couldn't let him down, so I ignored the feeling of throwing up and sprinted. I kept on running passing a couple people, and it was over. I came in 19th place. I went to my dad disappointed for letting him
I have an unorthodox relationship with running. As a child, I swore I would never run, that I loathed even the mere idea of running for fun. But now, I find it an escape, a paradise where I can truly be who I am, with no exceptions..
Passion has many definitions in the dictionary, most of which address emotion or strong feelings of desire. Another meaning is an intense driving or overmastering feeling or conviction.
I honestly didn’t like to run until I joined Track and Field. I like track and field. At first i wasn’t going to do track and field until by sibling made me join . I like practice since our group ( long distance) would always be messing around with each and our coach would motivate us to try our hardest. When we would have meets, I would get really nervous before the race. During the race I would like the wind going through my hair and hearing the people cheering. Seeing the finish line would make me sprint the last 100 m and it would make me smile because I was done. I have learned the importance of working together and learn to not give up
Running has always been a passion of mine, along the way it has helped me overcome and push towards my goals in life. My cross country and track teams have become more like a family, than a team. We win together, and we lose together. Becoming the distance runner I am today has allowed me to have a purpose in life and to always try to be the best that I can.
When I was on the track team I was always the last one to finish and my brothers made fun of me for it. Compared to everyone else I felt like a turtle racing against a cheetah. I just wasn’t a sprinter and I couldn’t jump, so running track wasn’t for me. The one thing I did have though was determination. When I did not want to run anymore because I didn't
Many of my friends were on the running team, and after much convincing, I decided to join. Once I did, I fell in love. The sport of running has shaped who I am and what I believe in. The highs are really high, and the lows are really low. It’s an astonishing feeling when I am done with a race and a goal that I worked hard for has been achieved. However, when I don’t do well and I’m knocked down, knowing that the time could have been faster, or the pace could have been more consistent, that is when I think I grow the most. With the constant drive to be successful, it gets hard, and it gets stressful. Although it is not always easy, or ever easy for that matter, I have never stopped loving the sport or the atmosphere that comes with it. I hope I never
Passion one might say is to have enthusiasm, love, and maybe even be obsessed. Although, I say it is the key to become successful. Growing up, everyone is finding something that they love to do. This something I have found, it the game of golf. I have created a passion for this game and spend many hours on a golf course.
“Run Forest, Run!” is what we hear people say when we run around the community. I really quite enjoy running on the cross country team for my high school. Running has been a part of who I am for a very long time. As a little kid I would always like to run around my neighborhood chasing people or just running for fun. I was just really active as a kid. What really impacted my life was my first year in middle school. It all started in sixth grade and after sixth grade my passion for running grew. All three years of running in middle school were a success especially in eighth grade when I qualified for the state finals.
Running is one of the most difficult sports a human can pursue. We start running when we're about four years of age. We gain strength and get better until most people level off at a point where they cease trying to improve. There are some individuals, however, who really enjoy the sweat-beating, heart-racing intense workout that enables their bodies to get better until there is no more getting better. It then becomes a test of improving one's abilities to go hard, faster, longer and stronger, with sweat pouring off of you like rain, to make the heart race so fast it could beat a NASCAR driver in a race. Through all that pain comes success and accomplishment.
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.
A wise man once said “Man is only great when he acts from passion.” When you hear the word passion, the first thing that might come to your mind is something related to love, and you’re not entirely wrong. According to Merriam- Webster’s dictionary, passion is defined as a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something or a strong feeling (such as anger) that causes you to act in a dangerous way. All in all, it is a strong feeling, be it happiness, sadness, anger or liberality. You can be passionate about many things such as love, sports, food, or intimacy. However, it can also mean having a strong yearning for something.