Personal Narrative: My Elementary Track Team

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

In physical education we were put to do the mile I was always second to last if not last I wasnt made fun of but I didnt really good about myself. As the years went on I was still fat couldn’t do anything until sophomore year of high school is where it all changed. I remember it quite clearly as if it was yesterday I was sitting in my math class when one of classmates had large number pinned to his bag and a uniform on that hadn’t seen before. That's when I got curious and asked what sport was all this for he then explained it was for cross country and that I should join it would be fun. It turns out that the season was about to end so it was to late to join so I had to wait for next year so I did. I went my junior in the summer since that's when they practiced and ran for the first time. After this first run I thought I was going to literally die and didn't want to this any more and to top it off all the guy runners who I thought that were slow beat one by one. This is where I decided I wasn't going to be last or lose a race to anyone. I practiced the whole year and did track top it off. Now the summer of my senior year was very motivational since I got up early ran and did this everyday till school started to be the best of my high school. Well the season would begin and I was breaking my school records and receiving medals from invitationals and

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Winter is my favorite season because I love to ski. I enjoy exploring Mother Nature, challenging my body to reach new limits, and challenging my mind to master a complicated technique. I raced in high school and placed 3rd at Junior Nationals, which led to training with the Olympic development team. Today, I enjoy sharing all that I learned with others. I helped coach the Spokane Middle School Racing team while I lived in Spokane, WA and I worked for Three Rivers Park District of Minneapolis from 2014-16 as a cross-country ski instructor. I often work with Minnesota transplants that are searching for a reason to love winter, which I can emphatically say, “it's

Up until the day after Thanksgiving weekend this year, I had never done any sport beside softball (Well, beside soccer and dance, but that only lasted until I was 6 or 7). Don’t get me wrong, I was not inactive or anything, I just had only done one organized sport. I loved softball and I felt really comfortable playing because I knew exactly what was going on. Also, I am not one to try out new things all the time. But I decided to try winter track out. I felt decently comfortable running and I knew it would help my performance in softball in the spring and summer. So I went for it. A few of my friends also were doing it, so I felt a little better. On the first day of practice I actually had fun. We did a bunch of fun exercises, most of which

When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

My freshman year I made the Varsity soccer team. Every practice I had to strive and work harder to be able to keep up with the upperclassmen skill level and talent. I was finally getting to where I wanted with consistent practice. I became a starter and the upperclassmen would pass me the ball more and help me on the field when there were opponents on me. It wasn’t until the middle of the season when everything changed. We were playing against a school who was very skilled and talented. It was in the first half of the game when one of the girls on the opposing team had the ball and was dribbling it down the field. It got past our midfield players and two defenders. I was the last one before it reached our goalie. I ran towards her and with everything I had I kicked the ball.

On my first day of practice the first thing we had to do was watch the concussion video. I didn’t know you could get concussions from running, but you never know and that is why they made us watch it. After that we didn’t have much time left so they decided to make us just run a half mile. Even though the half mile is only 800 meters, which feels like nothing now, I hurt so bad and wanted nothing more than to walk. The only reason I kept running was because I didn’t want to be the one girl who can’t even run a full half mile. It seemed like forever but I could finally see the end and when I reached that destination I realized I had never been

Starting high school was nerve-wracking for me just like everyone else. I had made the Varsity competition cheerleading team as the first Freshman to do so. I was also one of the first three Freshman to audition and make it into the Wind Ensemble, the top band. Being a Virtual Performing Arts School, where arts are weighed as college courses, it was very competitive to get in. I was surrounded by upperclassmen on both ends of the spectrum and was determined to prove myself.

My 6th grade team has been extremely helpful with students who have behavior issues and with discipline. We would have a meeting each six weeks (I feel the meetings should happen more often) to discuss students who were doing often and need recognition and the students who were struggling with their behavior. If any of us had any strategies on how to help the student(s) we would share with each other. Through out the six weeks if one of us felt we needed to have a parent teacher conference, we would check with everyone else to see what time everyone was available and would set it up as long as it worked for the parent(s). If someone felt that a student needed to be referred for a Care team meeting, they would get everyone’s input and then proceed.

Our 8th grade basketball team were putting on a show! Opponents would enter bobcat territory where our team would play a hard fight to take another win. Every game spectators are left in astonishment after witnessing determination, willingness, and our spirit until the clock expires down to its last second.

A personal experience I have went through in my life would be making it to districts in track and field my sophomore year of high school. Making it to districts was a big accomplishment for me and my teammates because track is something that I take a lot of my time to focus on and do multiple hours of training so I am able to compete with the other athletes. I come from a small town in Ohio called Oak Hill. The sport track and field is something you do not hear that much about because our high school is not very big and very few athletes actually run track to make it somewhat far in competition, so for my 4x1 team to make it to regionals was a big deal for me considering it is something that does not happen that often at my local high school.

When any of my sisters has a problem with homework or a male at school, I make sure to give them the best advice.MY brother, even at 7 years old, still comes up to me to ask for help with his LEGOs or pouring a glass of milk. I never used to be as helpful, but with age comes responsibility. When my older sisters visit from college, they now come to me for guidance with their dilemmas in life. Being a leader in my home has led me to be a leader in my school as well. I was voted captain of the track team, but not through ballots or surveys. My track team choose me, because every individual feels they can ask me anything and I will assist them. To this day, I still try to have the best influence on my family and my team. As a leader in my community

I began running track and field in the seventh grade for my school. The coach had asked me to join and I obliged, truly having nothing better to do. Within two weeks of try-outs, I had my first track meet. At the time I was only doing high-jump, but it was at this meet that I won my first event and would subsequently fall in love with track. Sprinting down the track, jumping over the high-jump bar and landing in the sand pit were exhilarating and most of all fun. The pleasure track gave me made me return the next year to become the middle school team captain. Once high school started, however, my involvement became more serious and the fun aspect started to fade. Months before the season commences, I begin training for two to three hours, six

Last year my cross country season was going great I was redshirted and was put into uniform. I was at the peak of my athletic ability and school was going pretty good. Coming into this cross country season I could feel that I was not fit as last year which created a lot of concern for myself. I did everything that the coach told me to do and yet my body didn’t feel good at all. We got together at our cross country camp which is the start of our cross country season and our first workout I struggled to stay with the people I could so easily run with last year. My body felt bigger, my plantar was hurting, and I could tell that my confidence wasn’t the same. The first race was pretty good, but the next races kept getting progressively worst.