Personal Narrative On An Off-Road Race

I found my love for athletic activity at a young age. When I was 7 years old, I was enrolled in a YMCA summer program in Michigan. That is where it all started. My summer days were filled with various sport activities. Unfortunately, when I moved to California at the age of 10, I stopped playing sports for at least a year. However, during the rest of elementary school, throughout middle school, and in high school, I played different sports to figure out which one I liked best, which is now, Track & Field.

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

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.

Running a marathon at only 17 years old taught me that the strongest supplements a person needs are determination and motivation. The largest development of mindset and the confirmation of my future career came from when I chose to vicariously run 26.2 miles for the person who inspires me the most; my mother. When I was younger, my mother ran the Chicago Marathon twice. After her diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis in 2013, she still continued to attempt to run and walk despite her immense pain. She eventually was unable to run, until I worked with her to build strength for jogging. She then started walking and jogging as much as possible. Inspired by her, I decided to run the Towpath Full Marathon in October of 2015, after six months of training.

Ashley and I were up for the short go on the last day of the rodeo. All we had to do is catch and we would win the team roping champion title. We drew a really fast steer that outran us. Ashley roped it at the end of the pen and I was coming in very fast. My horse plowed into the steer and the next thing I knew I was on the ground. I was telling myself that we just lost the title because I fell off of my

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.

In November 2015, I finally walked up to Keeneland for the first time in my life to finally see a live horse race. But it wasn’t just any race – it was the 2015 Breeder’s Cup Championships and American Pharaoh would go on to win the Grand Slam. It was an awesome day, meeting people from all over the country who seemed just as passionate about a sport as I was. It was that experience that led me to move to Lexington, KY two months ago with a desire to work in the Thoroughbred industry.

Ski Patrol rode up with us coincidentally. When we got of i immediately fell, I wasn't used to riding with only one foot in. About 5 more rides later my brother was ready to ride the lift with me and my friend. I never really found out the kids name I just called him dude and stuff like that, Normal stuff 10 year olds call each other. The third day was really fun, my friend didn't come because he got hurt at the end of the second day. My mom wanted to be able to talk to us while we were on the mountain, so she bought walkie-talkies and earbuds that had microphones on it so that we could talk to each other and me and my brother could tell each other if we got separated or lost. This happened one time he went up the wrong lift without me and i had to find him on my way down. We were getting really good for our first time. We started trying the blues and were going pretty slow. At the end of the weekend it was time to go home. At 4:00 the lifts shut down and we changed into comfortable clothes and drove home. The next morning I was really sore and bruised up from all the falls. We later went back to another resort named Cataloochee. This time I took a friend by the name of

Going up the hill i was fine, but making my way down i looked back to check on my little brother when I lost control of the wheel and slid off the motor scooter. My brother rushed back to my house to get my mother, when she arrived i was unconscious. She called 911, the paramedics noticed that their was something wrong with the way my body was aligned. They cut off my helmet and loaded me onto the stretcher and into the

"Hmm, I think I'll wake up tomorrow and run 10 miles!", said no non Cross Country runner ever. This is a prime example of why a lot of people don't do it. It is a very rigorous sport that requires a very special type of person to participate in. What kind of people does Cross Country attract? If you asked me, I would say that Cross Country is the toughest, geekiest sport there is.

One day when I was about 8 years old I wanted to learn how to barrel race. So my uncle decided to teach me how. I was pretty small so he allowed me to use his short horse. The first day went pretty well I got on and me and my cousin went for a little ride to warm up. When it was mine turn to go around the barrels we started at a walk. Everything was going great until I pulled at her mouth to hard and she reared up. I fell off and when she turned to run away she kind of stepped on me and broke my arm. It didn’t hurt at firsts but when it did I balled into tears. So I was takin to the emergency room and they had to give me a cast, it was blue and hard like a brick.

On Monday, I continued testing the car on the track with different weights where I left last week, but the problem was that the wires broke while I was testing the car. We had resoldered the wires again, so it does not stop again while testing the car on the track. I accidently dropped the car, this is when the car stopped working. Whenever I tested the car, the front wheels did not work. We did not have time to solve this issue, so as a group, we decided to solve this problem on Thursday because that is when we have practical.

I like go-cart racing. I do it all the time at the Lake of the Ozarks. They have my favorite called Leman’s Carts. The strong odor of Gasoline and grease means you’re about ready to race.

I would like to go on this camp because I would love to meet new people from loads of different places and cultures. I'd also love trying new things - for example in 2016 I want to a camp and unexpectedly I got to dress up as Teletubbies whilst doing an obstacle race -. I think I should get this opportunity because I can be a leader or a great team player, I'm not afraid to try new things and will always give it

The tires made an eerie screeching noise when we came to a halt. As I sat there in shock, I remember my brother screaming my name to see if I was okay and conscious. I answered in fear and pain knowing that I was seriously hurt. I originally thought that we were going to be in an astronomical amount of trouble by my parents, although they were just glad nothing was fatal. All I could think about was how this could end my softball years.