Personal Narrative: My First Golf Course

The highs and lows of competition have constructed in me into an entirely new athlete. My first year of track and field and I made it to Far East by qualifying in the 4x800 relay. I guess you could call it beginner's luck. I would call it dedication and confidence. After almost a week of running and jumping events, the time has come to announce the winners of the banners. With the awkward silence sitting and waiting for the results to be told along with the rest of the crowd, the announcer finally broke the silence. “The D2 Girls Track Champions of 2015 is Zama American High.” This one night as emotional as an groom seeing his bride walk down the aisle knowing that she is all his. Have you ever wanted to take a moment and breathe in the air of accomplishing your

I got off the bus in a hurry to get some fresh air because that bus was filled with New York air. I saw the field that we were going to play on and we slowly walked up to the field. All of us were nervous to put on a show. We all had butterflies in our stomachs.

I’m not going to lie, I was so nervous standing in front of my coach, but as he had introduced himself I knew I wasn’t going to be a—quitter. Though I’m not the slimmest of all runners, I was going to prove to myself and to everyone else that a chubby girl like me can run!

Runners up front trying to keep a pace that ensures them a victory at the end of the race, and the ones in the back pushing harder to keep passing people up trying to get closer to the front. You can see the gator driving at about ten feet ahead of the first runner, passing the 2 mile mark, leading them on the path to victory. As the race seems to get closer and closer to the finish, you see a big cloud ready to release water droplets, and one by one you begin to see them fall. The crowd begins to look for places where they can cheer for their loved ones without getting drenched in water. One would think the race would be canceled but, the rain isn’t stopping the runners from achieving their goal, they only have one mile to go and there is nothing stopping them from finishing the race. Uniforms soaked, shoes stuck with mud become heavy, and knees begin to go as high as they can; but no obstacle seems to be too much for these contenders. It’s always been said either you let it help you or kill you; which seems to be the situation for many of the runners in the competition. The competitors have the crowd’s full attention while the leading runner is about 500 meters away from the finish

Last year, in scholar’s bowl, I wasn’t in to win, I just was in it to be in it, because it was fun. So naturally, my team and I weren’t doing that well that year, I don’t think we had even placed in any meet. Then finally, we got to this meet, this meet was towards the end of the scholar’s bowl season.

This Week has been an active week because of the Classic and I had to meet a deadline for Mr. Moore. On Monday I had my weekly meeting with Mr. Moore and he said I had to do a press release for the Cross Country. I got an interview with the Head Coach Boone she said “This season was one of the best seasons I've had since I've been at The Great Miles College. Both teams are very young so I'm looking forward to next season. I believe we have an opportunity to compete at a high level and a chance to win the siac championships. For next season I think if we work on consistency and endurance everything else will take care of itself. I saw a lot of improvement in our times from the men and women so I can say I'm very proud of my team “Tuesday morning I got a quote from her I was told by Mr. Moore now he want me to do a press release for the Cross Country team. So did created my own press release and it took me six hours because I wanted it to be the correct information and dealed as possible. My press release said Miles College Cross Country team is ended their season in victory competing for yet another victory at the SIAC Championship. The SIAC Championship is due to be held at Albany State University on October 20, 2017. Although Miles College did not finish in first place they had many

My legs struck the ground, piercing the track with every step they took. My eyes blurred out the crowd and all the other athletes standing on either side of me, behind me, in front me. My ears and mind cleansed themselves of all the screams and fears and doubts, and I ran like I had never run before. It felt so surreal, almost as if I was in a dream—almost as if I wasn’t running at all. I recall the mere 10 seconds ago where my legs had trouble calming down, and not wobbling with every step I took. The sounds of the other runners behind me were undetectable, and in that moment it was just me running against myself. I reared around the corner, “Only 50 meters to go”, and that’s when it actually hit me—I was running. Was it really almost over? I really already ran around the track and had not even noticed I even started? The finish line was so close now, vibrant white promising letters sprawled across its surface— 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 – one. I saw our last relay runner waving her arm frantically in the air so I could see her—it was crunch time. I took on speed as my feet yearned to pierce hard into the surface of the ground, all the way across the finish line, and struck the baton into the next runners awaiting fingers, and she zoomed ahead. My feet took me off to the side, recalling what I had just done, that it was just 30 seconds of my life and now it’s over. I

A playoff in the sport of golf is an extra hole, or holes, played when, at the completion of regulation play in a competition or tournament, there is a tie and it is desirable to determine an outright winner. Playing in a playoff is one of the most exhilarating and nerve-wracking things anyone can experience when playing golf.

I timidly walked out to my first day of practice, unsure what to expect and still questioning my decision to join. After the first day, I was already addicted to the bittersweet pain I felt in my legs as I pushed myself to go faster. This addiction left me feeling empty when track season ended three months later. Of course, the only logical solution was to join cross country. Groggily rolling out of bed for six a.m. practices, feeling the harsh Tucson sun burn my skin, and listening to my teammates’ discordant singing in the austere school showers; all of these were made worthwhile by the satisfaction of completing a tough workout, the laughter that filled our favorite restaurant during team breakfasts, and of course the shining silver trophy and fulfillment that came with winning a state

Standing on the starting line, heart pounding, nerves running, expectations high, the sound of the gun could not come any quicker. Waiting in the blazing sun I can feel the sweat dripping down my face. It feels as though time is at a halt, just then, boom! The race is underway on this four lap journey around the track. Silence surrounds me as I run in a sold out stadium, my thoughts drown out the coaches and spectators. The speech my coach gave me before the race is on constant replay in my head. “This is your time. You will be district champ. There is no one standing in the way of you and your dreams except yourself.” As I come around the turn, I can see my team in the stands cheering me on. There is pure joy on their faces as I take the

Then, it was time for the final few meets of the season, all of which would be leading to the biggest track meet in the entire country: the Junior Olympics in Greensboro, North Carolina. This time, I didn’t want to leave that track without a medal around my neck. It was a very ludicrous statement, considering that to win a medal in my main event, the 4x800 meter relay race, you had to be one of the top eight 4x800 meter relay teams in the entire country. I remained unfazed. Nothing could stand in my way.

A hush fell over the crowd and all eyes were on me. At that point there was no room for error, it was all or nothing. I was ready, I took a breath and went for it, unfortunately five seconds later I had met my match, the ground. I must admit I am not the most coordinated, but do not fret because occurrences such as these happen all the time: track meets, cheer competitions, flat ground. I have a lot of experience with track meets and cheer competitions, and over the years I have noticed an absurd amount of differences and similarities, the most greatest similarity being; if you put in the work, success will follow. I work to be the best all season by running, eating healthy, and pushing myself. Pushing myself towards first place to be exact. I train all season to go to that final competition or final meet to seize the trophy, and take home the title. Now whether or not that actually happens is a whole other story.

Last year as a Freshman, running Track and Field, I underwent numerous challenges. Ranging between cramps to other school events. I missed the most important meet of the track season since I was included in E.A.S.T, a technology class. Nonetheless, after, I worked my hiney off. For me to have been able to run at State and even place was extraordinary. Being able to do so, I soaked for one to two hours, I iced my calfs, it is where I cramped the most, and my shins to get the fluid out. Furthermore, I would stay after practice just to make up for that one meet, to make up those two days of practice, to be able to go to where I got. Looking back, I am thankful for that challenge of missing that one important meet because that showed me what I was and able to

Readers may wonder why would someone that has almost every OCR in three countries go and run “Your first mud run”. The reasons are, the event wasn’t that far away from Tuxedo NY and I didn’t mind starting the Spartan Sprint on Sunday a little later in the day, I wanted to write about an event/race that first time racers would want to try so they had something to read and know what they would be getting themselves into, and most important the event/race is put on purely to raise money for the amazing charity ____.

“You may not be fast enough to win state now, but just wait until your senior year!”