There were several other people shouting as a I approached the finish line. I could no longer feel my legs as I sprinted through the shoot at the finish. When I got out of the shoot I wanted to fall to the ground but I stayed up and walked to the camp where I was greeted by all of my fellow runners.
When I glance towards him, I give him a reassuring nod and start to pick it up. My heart started pounding faster than It has ever pounded before. I could hear the crowd cheering and saying, “You can do it”, “Keep going”, or my favorite, “Go faster”. Zoey started to pull away from me second by second and I knew that If I just kept going faster I would win. Once I reached 200m to go I started sprinting for my life. Now everyone was cheering and yelling at me (in a good way) for me to finish. As I started to stare at the finish line my eyes started to water until, finally I passed the finish line. My heart was racing, my legs and arms were burning, and I felt like I was about to faint. I was so happy and a little light headed, but mostly happy. When everyone finished I congratulated and hugged my three friends, Zoey, Bella, and Sydney, who finished right after me.
At one point you have to grab ropes and pull yourself up the rest of the way. As I climbed this I heard peoples constant questioning “why did I do this again?” and I constantly questioned that myself. Going through that race there were points where I just wanted to stop, I wanted to sit down and just give up. After I finally made it to the top of the mountain all I wanted to do was take a long nap, but I told myself “NO” you’ve got this and I will see this to the end.
Right on pace. I took a glance behind me just to see 3 or 4 runners right on my tail. I imagined them as a hungry pack of wolves chasing a rabbit. Except I was the rabbit. I started to pick up the pace until I saw the home stretch. The freezing cold wind was starting to get to me. I couldn't feel my hands, even though I had gloves on. The only obstacle standing between me and about 6 runners ahead of me was a gigantic hill. I charged up it,
The 2 minute gun went off! It wasn’t time to be sentimental, that wouldn’t win the day for us, but we all had the same thought on our mind: “Win this race for Andrew.” And before we all knew it, there we were, on the starting line about to run our race, and a few seconds later, Crack!, another pistol shot and the race had begun. Honestly, while I run my races, I tend not to think. I usually have a fairly catchy metal track glued to my head and I tend to only replay the song constantly in my mind until I would hit the 800m mark and my instincts would fire up my adrenaline. Today’s selection was Day by Day by Miss May I, and much like the namesake of the song, I tried to run my race stride by stride with all the heart and ability I could possibly give. I don’t remember finishing, but I do remember being handed the boys JV champions ribbon. As cliché as it might sound now, the Liberty Lions walked away from their home invite with some definite pride, and I have no doubts Andrew was smiling down on
It was the big day for me and the team it would be our last race before going to state. Though I’m a good runner I know that this year still isn’t my year to strive for state because I still need to get faster. For right now though, I was planning on—kicking—major butt! As my team and I got off the bus we headed towards camp, passing at least twenty or more schools. Once, at camp I got my last bib for the season and began walking the course with my team. We all talked and laughed like a big family and honestly we were a big family.
My brothers were so happy because there we're going to race on the quarter mile drag strip. My brothers pull up to the light and smoke the tires like no other, it seemed as if there was a wild fire on the track. The crowd was going wild because those were to two main cars of the day. The light went from red, yellow, to green1 Green meant go, and you can hear the bald eagles screaming down the track. The bald eagle 454 cubic inch motor twin turbo’d. The mustang galloping down the track with a supercharged 426 cubic inch motor. Steve pulls away in the mustang and beats my brother tino by 2.34 seconds. Tino was really upset that he lost to his younger brother Steve. They both won prizes and went back to the stands and continued to watch the other cars
I ended up competing in the same event (Advertising Campaign) as my brother. It was a very hard competitive event in which you had to write an eleven page paper, take a test, and have visual aids. I competed with two of my good friends and it was a lot or work, we worked really hard on it and we ended up getting 2nd place, and made it to state. I was so excited to go to state because I would get to see Robert. He was there because he was making a big speech about his journey through Deca and becoming CRVP, and with all he had going on, he still made time for me, he was still there cheering me on, everyone knew who he was, so for him to be helping us and encouraging me felt great. He stayed up late helping me with my event and watched my group rehearse over and over, nobody else had the CRVP on their side like I
“Good Job keep going, you can do it, run run faster, you got this!” These were the words coming from the audience as I was finishing my last 100 meters in the cold, pouring, rain during sectionals. I was in second place in my heat and my heart was thumping and I couldn't see through the water stains on my glasses, but I heard someone someone breathing hard and their spikes hitting the track as they ran behind me and I knew I had to push even harder.I remembered the rough trading I had in practice and knew I could do it.
My lungs were burning. The wind whipped past my face as I listened to the echos of the cheering crowd. I could see the straight white ribbon stretched across the finish line. I remember complete euphoria as I tore past that ribbon first. Sweat dripping into my eyes, I smiled as I walked off the track. The weight of the gold metal on my chest, was a glorious symbol of all my hard work. I would never get another one for sprinting again.
Recently, he has improved his personal best for the 3 miles twice in recent meets. He started at 19:03, then he beat that time with a new time of 18:24 and now his new personal best is 18:03.
I grew up in Sugar Creek and went to a private school for daycare. I honestly don’t remember much about it, but when kindergarten year started I moved here to the Fort Osage District. I remember me meeting a boy, which I was kind of mean to. My mom had my mind set at boys are gross and have cooties, and school was all that mattered. Which still to this day I try my hardest to stick to school, and my two jobs. He kept trying to talk to me almost everyday, and having the same recess together didn’t help me out any.
We had been walking back from the Jorgensen general store when Jimmy saw a kid his age and they started playing catch. We had been sitting there for hours and my wife had been talking to his wife and they invited us to their wagon train because I had told told them how we don't have one yet. Leaving independence, Missouri tomorrow March 8th.
If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.