Jinha Vs Hah

Your first race has finally come. You climb onto the stepping block, and your legs are so unstable that you might as well just fall into

And I was the third class to race which was the 250 class. We lined up and picked our gates, and reved our bikes to make sure the engines were nice and hot. The 30 second sign came up, next came the 5, and the gate crashed to the ground. I was 3rd out of the gate and held my place for two laps, until someone one went down in front of me, and was forced off track and was stuck in 6th the finish line triple came and I was fighting for fifth, and I knew what I had to do. I cut in front of 5th place, and he had two options, to run into me or off the track. Luckily he chose to think fast and get out of my way because I wanted 5th more than he ever would. The finish line came, and I was 5th place which is just enough to get a plaque.

We went in through the back and sat down in the athletic hallway so we could put on our shoes. The upperclassmen looked at us with glares, but what could we do? Us being freshmen drew eyes, especially since we didn’t know what we were doing. About ten minutes after sitting down, the head varsity coach called us into the gym. I had a plan to pass with one of my good friends who had played before to show the coaches I know what I’m doing. We all had to sign in at a table, and then we were given

"Tomorrow at 2:30 right after school come straight to my office so we can get you patted up and ready to go before practice." said the coach.

By then my coach had ordered everyone for some space and he knelt down and said, “Whats wrong”.

A sudden clash of swords makes me jump. I miss a step and trip over my own feet. I scramble to regain my footing and keep from falling in the dust. Sweat rolls down my arm, and I struggle to keep standing as look down at the track once again.

On Tuesday May 9 I reported to the weight room after my duty during second lunch. Upon entering the weight room I told the student athletes to get dressed for weight lifting. I checked the training room and was informed by the trainer that some of the athletes would be rehabbing their injuries during 4th period. I also checked with Coach Crutchfield who was in the process of meeting with two college recruiters. When the athletes began lifting I noticed that two of them were not dressed and participating. I told one of the athletes to go and bring the student athletes to me. I asked them why they were not Mr. Smothers and the other athletes told me that they didn’t have shorts so I told them to go into the locker-room and wear their tugs (practice

Bang! The gun had gone off. My feet pounded forward on the track taking care not to hit any of the thirty-two other feet that were all competing for the same spot—first. I pushed hard out of the starting line so that I didn't get boxed in and then fought my way through the first hundred meters to earn my place amongst the other runners.

Both my head coach and her supervisor were in the meeting and the supervisor started the meeting my saying, “Why did you join the Pom team?” She said it was good to start with a question like this because it helps you remember the reason for doing something and brings motivation to keep going. During the meeting my coach’s supervisor explained, “Yes, you may have had good intentions, but for others they might not know what the Undie Run is or supporting and all they see are Pom members running in their underwear, even if you weren’t actually in underwear.” I understood what she meant, but I didn’t understand why that couldn’t have been said in the beginning and why we were benched. I then turned my attention to my coach wanting to understand why she said I was being insubordinate and disrespectful.

Sucking in a few deep breaths, I flip the gate open and stalk up the steps, keeping my balance.

Walking up to the track I take a deep breath and lace up my spikes they fit like a glove. My team and I start warm ups. Finally it’s race time. I’m on the starting line and my heart is racing. I descend down my starting blocks and place my hands on my spots. The referee says set and points the gun into the air. All runners get into

Even though it wasn’t a race, I was young, and wanted to zoom around the track like 6th graders could. Lea came up beside me and she was already sweating like crazy.

Madam Glowden gestured me back into the house. I walked with her and Asha followed. She stopped him, asking him to wait outside the house. He paced up and down on the icy dried grass. His knuckles whitened as he repeatedly opened and folded his fists. She closed the door behind her. She sat with me and started.

The blocks were loaded and the gun went off. Tunnel vision kicked in and I ran and leaped and ran. This race was mine and I knew it. The finish was right there and right as I crossed it, I was nothing but smiles. There were hugs all around after that race and although I’d run the fastest I ever had, it just wasn’t enough. I had

“Didn’t you hear me in the locker-room yesterday?! I practically shouted it, DO NOT COME TOMORROW!” He boomed gesticulating the words with his hands. “NO PRACTICE, JUST COME AT GAME TIME!!! How did you not hear, rat snot?!