Running Naritive 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. Now that I was older I did something like run. My dad and I planned everything out and put thing into play. For the first time I ran a full mile at the time of about ten minutes. By the time I was done, I was wheezing. My dad told me, “that I look like I was about to die but I looked like a pro while running” “I highly doubt it” I replied Then I gradually got better and better. My dad and I were looking for something to compete in to see how good I was for my age. Then we found something called Little Olympics. It basically a track meet for little kids. I started about in fourth grade summer I did the mile, softball trough and 200 meter dash. When I got to the time I did the mile I got so scared I started to cry. Then the gun fired and
A significant challenge that I thought I wouldn't have accomplished was during our biggest track-and-field meet against all of the big schools around. It was the Shawnee invitational and one of our girls on the track team ended up messing up her ankle in her first relay race, which meant she couldn't run the 800m dash or the 1800m dash. I was the only one on the team who didn’t have four events because I ran the 4x2 and the 4x1 which was the main events at the invitational. So the coach asks me to fill in for her, my first thought was ‘oh Nooooooo, i can’t”. Not only did I just finish one on my relays and had to rest up for my next one, but also I was not ready to run only distant runs that day. I had only practiced for my events prior to the
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.
Initially, I was always too short and skinny to play anything other than soccer. One time, I decided to make a change by asking my parents to sign me up for recreational football. That was a terrible idea, needless to say. I barely made the younger age group by one pound, weighing in at a whopping seventy-nine pounds in sixth grade. Clobbered by kids almost two years younger than me (and twice my
As a track runner, it is a necessity to be relaxed yet focused and determined. When I participate in track meets or even at practices, I receive a comforting warmth just by stepping onto the track. I feel as though burdens and worries temporarily lift from my shoulders. One may wonder how this can make someone content with their surroundings instead of nervous and uneasy based upon their environment and luckily for me this is an uncomplicated notion to explain. Unlike particular people, the track calms me and gives me a place to clear my head. I work relentlessly to achieve my goals, nevertheless it also gives me the clearance and space I need to effectively work my hardest whether it be a physical goal I am working to achieve
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.
I didn’t let what he said affect me. I have learned to not let anyone tell me what I can and cannot do because of my skin color. People will degrade you no matter what color your skin is or what gender you are, but as long as you believe in yourself you can do anything you put your mind to. I put my coach’s comments to rest by becoming the fastest runner on my track team that year; I came very close to making it to states but I didn’t place high enough in the finals that day. Even though I didn’t make it to states I still proved my point that I can compete with anyone and nobody was going to tell me I couldn’t. In some races I may have gotten lucky but not at states since everyone brings their absolute best. I put my coach’s words to rest by proving that it’s not luck when I run; it is pure skill and agility. This taught me a life lesson to not judge people or assume something because of a stereotype. Im glad I went through this because it made me a better
I honestly didn’t like to run until I joined Track and Field. I like track and field. At first i wasn’t going to do track and field until by sibling made me join . I like practice since our group ( long distance) would always be messing around with each and our coach would motivate us to try our hardest. When we would have meets, I would get really nervous before the race. During the race I would like the wind going through my hair and hearing the people cheering. Seeing the finish line would make me sprint the last 100 m and it would make me smile because I was done. I have learned the importance of working together and learn to not give up
I remember when I turned five, something in my mother’s head clicked. She wanted me to join track. I did not understand the point of running just to reach the finish line. Other sports like football, soccer, etc. have something to run for, but what does track have to run for? Yes, it’s to reach that finish line, but what is that going to do for me? That was the first thought that came to my seven-year-old self. Let’s just say for the first couple years my thoughts about running were far from being changed.
I have recently become very passionate about the sport of running. In the past every sport I’ve tried, I’ve never been the best at. I've played almost every sport imaginable, from dancing, gymnastics, soccer, basketball, competitive cheerleading, horseback riding, lacrosse, swimming, and now to running cross country and track. I've always just been the one on the team who did nothing and was in all honesty just there to observe. Don't get me wrong I've always tried as hard as I could, but never succeeded. My junior year of high school one of my friends came to me and asked if I would join the cross country team. I looked at her as if she were actually going insane. At the time I could barely run a half mile, and probably would have cried at the idea of running five
Blue flashes of light left you temporarily blind as you ran from her. Her spears fired at you with the intent to kill. Your health is low, only 4 hp left. Then you felt it, A piercing pain in your thigh. You collapsed to the ground as the now bleeding wound rendered you unable to walk. You tried crawling but it was of no use, you could feel yourself bleeding out, and the sound of boot steps was getting closer. You gave up, knowing the end was near and there was hardly anything you could do about it. You felt the tip of Undyne's boot wedge it's self under you as she flipped you over.
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
CRACK! I start sprinting back because I know it’s way over my head. It’s the bottom of the 7th were up by one. Took 10 hard steps with my head down so I could get there faster. I put my glove and WHACK run straight into the fence. I was pretty sure I just got a concussion so I just layed there looking up at the sky. Everybody was cheering on the other team because they thought they had just won the game. The umpire is running over to me to see if I had the ball in my glove also to see if I was okay. I thought that there was no way that I caught but I showed the ump my glove. When I showed him my glove felt a little heavier than a normal glove just like when you don’t think there is any candy in a box but when you pick it up you know that
With school beginning once again, so did the new responsibilities that came during my junior year in the NJROTC as now the commander of the marksmanship team and one specific task that I was asked to was to create a more efficient marksmanship practice. During the second week of school with a discussion with Commander Heyward, he proposed his technique from his previous team where it got me concerned how will this work. The current plan I proposed was to be at least more efficient than his as I could get the returning students back in their target practices and for the new first year cadets would learn the basics of target practice quick and the returning members would be back on schedule with giving me time to work with the new members.
Every race kept increasing with distance, and I wasn’t sure if I could continue. Yet I began to attend practice everyday, running three miles and coming in last. Everyone said they didn’t mind waiting, but I just didn’t feel confident running the 26.2 miles. It didn’t hit me that I was going to run until we attended the convention at the dodgers’
But my dad was there encouraging me to keep going and not to stop and because of him I didn't stop. Even though I didn’t stop, I was getting discouraged as it felt as if the race would go on forever but then I caught a glimpse of the finish line. It was still half mile away but seeing it filled me with the resolve that told I could finish this race. From that moment I knew I wasn’t going to ever think about stopping until I crossed that finish line. I powered through that last half mile with my dad and sprinted across the finish. I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t place, I was more