Personal Narrative-Go Cart Racing

I went to my first NASCAR race on September 18th, 2016 in Joliet, Illinois. It was hot and it was a blast up there.

Close to a year ago, my brother and I went to Darlington South Carolina for a NASCAR race. This was our third race and third time being in this crazy but wonderful environment. The people were drinking, the laughter was loud but genuine, and the race was thrilling. The excitement you get from hearing the loud cars, seeing them crash and the excitement of the crowd was overpowering. I had goosebumps from every bit of it. The smells from the burnt rubber, the smell of the smoke from the cars after hitting the wall or crashing into another car, the blinding lights from the fireworks when the race was over, and people going crazy was so overpowering. The parties that night were entertaining. People treated complete strangers like family, and fed

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 was introduced to racing at a young age. Long nights at the Indianapolis Speedrome, hearing roaring engines and seeing checkered flags waving, and watching my dad race four wheelers every weekend throughout the year. But it wasn't until I got a taste of racing and speed for myself, that I knew I wanted to experience the thrill for the rest of my life. At ten years old I began my own racing career.

Last year I started a new sport, cross country. I only did it because my lacrosse coach said that it might help me get better for lacrosse. So I went to the first late summer practice last year to see what this was like, so then we did warm-ups and a lap around the track. Then it was the first time I met coach Chase, My first impression of him was going to be very strict, But soon realized that this was false because of one of the first things he said. He said “I know there are a lot of nerves here right now, but cross country isn’t about winning every race, that comes later” then continued with “Cross country is about showing what you can do to yourself.” This struck me very hard because I was not that fast and was near the back. Through that fall the team did very well, I also made some progress myself. After the season was over I made a decision.

When times get tough, don’t give up. If you want to be the best you can be you don’t have a choice but to push your limits and try. As these words of encouragement have made me become who I am, cross country has shaped me into the person I am today.

Throughout the active school year, I take part in cross country, track and basketball. I also played volleyball for a year, but I decided to concentrate on my main passion, cross country, instead of dividing my time and attention into two sports at the same time. I have been running cross country ever since I was old enough to run in the munchkin races. The sport has been passed down through the family, almost every single one of my siblings have run or at least tried it. In track, I have ran the mile and two mile since the seventh grade. These last couple years I joined into the long distance relays. In 2016, the first year we decided to start a relay it consisted of my sister, Victoria, Tristen Ness, and Sammy Swanson. The first time we ran

One day in the summer my mom told me we were going to this place in Auburn Hills to go to this museum where i met four Nascar Drivers! So when i went to the museum we had to wait five to six hours in a line with a lot of people. I got to meet my favorite driver! i was so excited when i got to meet him.

As far as true passions go, I've always worried about being a lousy artist. This was evident in the time I was assigned to design my team's logo for our Race Car Club's first competition. Graphic design was untouched territory for me along with leadership as I was not only the artist of this club but also the president.

It was October 2016 of my junior year, right in the heart of the Cross Country season. Cross Country was fun and team was doing great, but I was looking forward to the upcoming winter track season. High jump is where it is at and that is where I wanted to be and then it happened… I went down and my ankle was caught underneath me and twisted. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was hurt. I was on the ground, in pain as other racers passed me. I was able to get to the finish it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fast, but I did it.

One sunny day I woke up and got out of bed and went into my mom and dad's room. I say, “Can we go buy my Dirt bike now?”

A study was conducted by the Journal of Sports Medicine and Physical Fitness in order to determine the physiological and functional changes caused generally by motocross racing. Tests

When I started barrel racing. I was very slow. The horse did not like me. But I won a belt buckle for being the toughest rider there was . It was fun being a pewe because you could go super slow. I remember I was so nervous. My dad had to take me around the barrel’s. The horse I rode name is Sunny he is my sister's horse.

“Marissa 1010 on Shyster,” the announcer calls. My fingers tighten around the reigns, and my heart pounds. By this time in the show, it’s getting dark, and the arena lights are just getting turned on. Getting antsy, Shyster is almost to the point of being uncontrollable. I need help from my dad just to get him in the gate; however, he always seems to make it through. He prances as I’m fighting to get him to the right position to start our run. My nerves are running wild, but I don’t let one ounce of fear show on my face. I hear from the crowd, “Come on, Riss. You can do it!” My family is always right on the fence, supporting every move I make in the arena. I check one last time that we are in the right starting spot, and we’re off.

I have never been very skilled at driving a car. I got my driver’s license in February of 2015. No one really ever took the time to teach me how to properly drive. Of the required 50 hours one is supposed to drive before they get their license, I probably got around 20 at the most. Since I got my license in February I have almost been in numerous traffic accidents. This paper is going to highlight some of the more memorable events where I have almost crashed my car. Some of these events include; running red lights, hitting stationary objects, driving on the wrong side of the road, and running into large pot holes. Many people do not trust me to drive their cars, or to ride with me on long distance trips. I also have a hard time trusting myself