Personal Narrative: I Invested Myself Into The Sport Of Track And Field

I believe in sports. I believe that it is capable of changing the world. Sports are a part of our culture that all started with the ancient Greeks. I think sports is a way to unite people as it has throughout the years. Sports can bring people all across the country together. It brings countries together to compete in games and events instead of fighting each other. Sports can not only bring strangers together, but also bring family together. For example, a son can bond with his father through sports. When you play a sport and you lose, your true character shows. Some people are sore losers and jerks after they lose. Then there are some people that congratulate the other team, even though they are upset. I however am a little bit of both. When I play sports, most of the time I show sportsmanship and

I would consider myself to have been a very committed athlete in high school because I worked my behind off training for every season. Leaving my blood, sweat and tears on the track, not walking off of it until I felt I had accomplished what I set out to do. We don’t just run, we work. We work on speed, endurance, strength and technique. We work on teaching ourselves how running is mostly about mindset rather than a physical thing. We do this exercise where you run a 400 meters telling yourself you’re a brick, sounds kind of dumb, I know. But after you run another 400 meter telling yourself you are feather, telling yourself you’re like Mayweather “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” Without even realizing it, even after running the first 400 and being dead tired, we realize our times for the second lap were faster than the first! You have to tell your body what to do and be mentally in control so when you’re on your final 200 meters you can push yourself to limits you didn’t know you had. You will find very few track athletes who actually enjoy running themselves to death on a daily basis, but we do it because when you cross the finish and look up and see you name on the score board in a top place, you will want to relive the moment over and over again because it is absolutely priceless. Then when I received the letter telling me I had been offered a scholarship to run and jump at a D1 school, all the hard work I had been putting into this sport over the past four years felt completely worth

It is just another school day here in Sutherland, Nebraska. As I am sitting in class my teacher comes up to me and hands me a letter. One is to Hastings and one is to Midland. As I open both of the letters they both want me to come visit and talk to the track coaches. Both of these schools are interested in my jumping ability. They ask me to write down my best attempts in my events so I write down my personal bests for long jump, high jump, and triple jump. I have to choose one college no matter what, but what do I wish to pursue?

The gentle green grass embedded with turf, surrounded by eight lanes, each having a perpetual loop. This is the place where I can relax, let go, and just be me. Whether it is a team practice, meet, or individual practice, I always feel a sense of serenity and tranquility. A Track and Field has become a prominent part of my life because I don’t have to act superficial. Throughout my earlier life I always had a knack for Track/Field, but I never amounted to anything when it came to receiving accolades. As I continued to grow older, I began to become more and more interested in Track and Field and start to push myself physically and mentally to succeed in the sport. When this started to happen I familiarized myself in the vast world of Track and

that I can be happy at and if running track in college is a good idea and when I realize what the best thing to do then I will decide but until that time comes I wait and research and think about what I could do to my life to have a smile on my face everyday and having the life that is worthwhile. I love running track with a passion I know that because when I'm on the line about to push off the blocks the feeling I have in my stomach is like faith telling me and all I think about is run run run and saying repeatedly “I can do it”, then when that gunshot goes off I go, I run my heart out and I don't stop until I win and go for the best of my

When I was 5 years old I had a surgery to treat my scoliosis. My legs were affected by the surgery and I was forced to learn how to walk again. After being released from the hospital I still had little mobility of my legs. I sometimes looked outside my living room window and watch all the children in my neighborhood running freely, I told myself one day I would be running freely too.

Two years ago I joined a no-cut rowing club. Rowing, from what I had heard was a highly athletic sport. Looking back on it, I wasn’t what anyone would consider athletic. For the first week or two of practice, I was skeptical if this sport was an appropriate fit for me, primarily because the training we were doing was far more advanced than anything I had ever experienced. The only other sport I had participated in was the local little league baseball team and as you could imagine it wasn’t a very intense sport. But with a little coaxing from my parents I kept going to practice. Over the next three months of practicing I began to get into the rhythm of the daily workouts. At the end of three months I began to fall into place among the other

One sunny day in March 2013, I was running stride for stride on the track with my best friend, Titus. We were the fastest in the class. We were doing this program at Stocklmeir Elementary School. As we turned the corner of our fourth lap, I got a burst of speed and darted ahead of Titus, about to finish my first mile of the day.

First day of track was not what i had pictured in my middle school years. There was concept i was never thought called hell week. Since moving to the united states i was always working hard to be on par with my classmates born to the united states. Lagging was not something i came to know and tried to stay away. If i saw something new my first reaction was to study it down until i couldn't put it back together. Not only the broken toy overflowing from my drawers but the concepts ideas and thoughts flowing every second of the day.

I had one of the best opportunities my freshman year. Throughout the whole track season I trained to make it to state track. This is a huge event in the state of Iowa for some of the top athletes who are involved in track and field. I was lucky enough to make it.

Yards became smaller as country gave way to the edge of town. We were forced to skirt slightly larger groups of zombies by darting through backyards and leaping fences. I was amazed at how easily I was able to conquer these obstacles. The past few months were like boot camp. My muscles had atrophied due to an easy life as a college professor, but a few months of living on the run had turned a once lethargic human being into a first class athlete.

Well as an athlete for the past four years in high school. I have gone through many ups and downs in my sport. My sport is cross country running. As an athlete I have experienced many injuries that have knocked me down from my performance. However, these injuries didn't totally keep me down. I always get back up even stronger and faster than ever before. I started running the summer right before my freshman year. It was just a fun idea my friends and I thought about. We wanted to run as fun thing to do to just hang out. For instance, never in my wildest dreams did I think I was going to end up loving the sport. As an incoming freshman I was pretty slow compared to my team mates who have been running years before me. Indeed, this was the thing that kept me going.

Running is my passion because I get to go anywhere I choose. I have developed a need for speed. I remember the first time I dashed through the finish line, and I will never forget it. I have improved dramatically in my running since I was born. Towards the end of every race should accelerate or you might lose your position. I recognized my talent at a young age, and I will take it through life and use it for the will of God.

In track and field, individuals compete in over twenty different events. Some people sprint; other people jump. Personally, I’m a thrower. But it seems like whenever I tell someone I’m a track and field athlete, I get the same response—“Oh,” they say, “I didn’t know you were a runner.”

Running is my life….. I depend on it. It all started when I was little about the age when I could start walking/running. I am a very competitive person give me the opportunity to win or try to win against my brother I am in! So I would race against him all the time and I would win. My parents thought nothing about it until at a party. My cousins and I were running around and playing and one of my oldest cosines Darik. Darik was a cross country runner who normally got first place every time. But when he went to state his heart stopped in the middle of it. To this day he is on a heart monitor to keep in alive. But he told my parents that I was fast. They just talked to me about it. Then as I got older I did something about it.