Personal Narrative: Track

I posses a fondness for the sports basketball and track. I love how the adrenaline just pumps into my veins with a rush I can’t quite explain. It is this passion for sports that I also share with my passion for the medical field. Most sports need practice

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

I went out for the track team when I was in seventh grade. I enjoyed track because I enjoy running, jumping, and spending time with my friends. The track season was amazing because I learned to do the high jump. I had to learn how to time my steps and jump backwards. Did you know that long ago they would jump forward over the bar. Then a man named Dick Fosbury tried a different way, go over backwards, now this is called the “Fosbury flop” Which I think sounds like an ice cream cone of some sort but. I also had to learn the lingo. “Up” means it’s your turn to jump. “On deck” means you are next in line. “In the hole” means you are third to jump. It is important to stay in order, once at the Metamora track meet I thought they had called my name, I jumped and made it over the bar. but It was not actually my turn so I had to jump again, I wanted to give him a Well-that-was-your-fault-not-mine kind of look. Luckily, I made it over the second time also. Another meet I remember was when I jumped 4 feet 11in. I had no idea I was going to jump that high that day because it was cold and rainy. I was very surprised and I ended up winning that event that day. Since Micah was hurt and he normally beats me, I got first so I was happy. I participated in sectionals. I had to jump 5ft

Today is the day for State track, the day I been working the whole season. When we pulled up to the stadium there were lot’s of people. I was so nervous, because I never been to a track meet like this before. We got everything unloaded from the suburban, walked into the stadium and was suprised how many people was there. When it was time to walk over to the discus ring, I saw girls throwing far. I was nervous. It was time for me to warm up and I had three practice throws. The first one was close to the hundreds, second one past hundred, and third past hundred and five. I looked over at my grandpa and he smiled. He said, no more practice throws, I was happy but nervous at the sometime. When it was my turn I went up to the ring and threw around the hundreds. After I got done

My 20time is on running. In sixth grade I tried out for track, hoping I will be fast enough and would make it. But it didn't turn out that way. It was at lunch with all my friends when I checked the track website and didn't see the name, Carly Jakob, on the list. I was so shocked i started bawling my eyes out. After this traumatizing day I made a goal that I will make the track team when i'm in eighth grade. To do this I knew I had to make many drastic changes. I changed my diet to proper eating habits, and learned facts about form and technique that would help me get through the horrifying try outs and right onto the team.

“Elle! Elle!” I yell as I sprint down the sidewalk of our neighborhood. My long dark brown hair flowing behind me. “They are adding a track team to our school and the tryouts are next Monday!”I tell her once I finally catch up. I have wanted to be on a track team for as long as I can remember.

Track is not just for runners, and I could tell you that. I tore my ACL and Meniscus and still did track. Even though it hurt, even though it took me six months after my tear to get surgery, somehow and some way I still did it. Also as I, Sophia De Jong, no is really not an option for me, so I did in fact do track with a torn ligament in my knee.

I was thinking if I should go straight or turn right onto the track when I was leaving school one miserable day. I had made my decision to go right because I would get less wet. So I walked home on the long deserted track when I saw Barry Bagsley and his little puppets Doug and Danny playing catch with a little Moorefield primary boy. I kept walking down the track thinking that I could just avoid them by running fast through them. As I got closer I realised that they were grabbing the contents of within his bag and throwing it everywhere. I felt like I had to help out the little guy but at the same time it felt so wrong to go down and come into contact with my foe.

Sitting in the front seat of my bass boat casting a spinnerbait, the weather was perfect. It was about 55 degrees and sunny. After reeling in about a three-pound bass, I thought I would be ecstatic, but I wasn’t. Something just didn’t feel right, kind of like when you’re about to do something very scary and your stomach turns in nervousness. I drove back to the cabin/house and went upstairs. I knew that whatever was about to happen would permanently change my life forever.

When I began Ontrack I was very fearful of feedback, I saw it as judgement. I am now excited when I get feedback, I now see it as a platform to fix issues or have a greater understanding of what I am doing right. Granted, I have been exceeding my expectations of myself, so I am aware that if this changes will have to deal with the previous issues of feeling judged. Albeit I am now prepared for this instance which is important to me. The comfort zone I had created was very scary to give up, the fear of what I thought was ‘failure’ was somewhat crippling. Luckily for me with the help of my tutor and peers I realized that a growth mindset was pivotal and to obtain it I would have to succumb. The shift from a fixed to a growth mindset has made

I remember a September morning at the peak of cross country season. At 5:30am my body dragged itself out of bed against my brain's will and I was pulling up to the track soon after. As we had all anticipated, today would be the track long run, in which all of our miles would be run in laps around the track. That came out to about 32 laps, an intimidating number for any of us. To the average person, such a workout seems challenging at best; although no one complained. In fact, our coach seemed to have an inspirational glow in his eyes as we made our way to the track. The moon and stars were still shining brightly as stadium lights flooded the field in blue light. We began our laps in a close pack determined to stay together until no longer

I love track. I love everything about it, from the feelings of the wind blowing on my face to the feeling of pretty much being the best runner on my team. Until my dreams got crushed. I got in a car accident. I still remember everything that happened in the car crash. My leg was stuck, twisted. My worst fear came true, my leg had to be cut off.The feeling of me knowing I won’t be able to run again has crushed me. I can’t help but think that because of this car crash my whole life is going to change. I was so depressed. I wouldn’t eat, I wouldn’t talk to anyone who visited. It hurt to know that everything my mom, the doctor, my best friend told me I know and they know wasn’t true. Why couldn’t my arm get cut off or something, just not my leg!

My family and I love searching for junk in our neighborhood. We don’t often come across something reusable, but what we do find becomes a treasured part of our household for many years. In Australia, junk removal is more commonly known as “white-goods collection” where people place their unwanted fridges, dishwaters, and driers on the front lawn for council pick-up trucks to dispose of. Opportunities such as this only come around twice every year, so one could imagine the occasion to be very hectic for many suburban communities. At the peak of collection season, junk piles would grow so large that they would almost prevent the mail carrier from reaching letterboxes. My mother and I regularly joke about our neighbors throwing all their household

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

I walk, bewildered, down a flawless avenue with no man in sight. Where am I? The last thing I can remember is driving to a small town to work on a murder case, then being confronted with swarming lights through my windscreen and the ear-piercing screech of tires.