On April 4, 2017 I started my first Track and Field season at Mosinee Middle School and learned a very valuable lesson, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves we have to start from the beginning. Probably sometime in February I was in 7th grade Social Studies and I heard on the announcements that there were Track and Field sign ups coming up. Mr. Rheinshmidt, our vice principal, stated on the loudspeakers, “ There will be Track Sign ups in the creske gym lobby this Thursday.” I thought to myself… what would I be good at in Track?… shotput?... Discus? I was brought back from deep thought as my Social Studies teacher started talking after the announcements were done. As soon as I heard this, I knew that I would be in Track that spring. That day at lunch I asked my friends whether or not any of them were interested in joining Track and Field that season… but none of them were which made me lonely and wistful. I begged and begged them to join but they kept saying no. “ Please join Track. I’ll be so lonely if you don’t,” I told them beggingly. “No, we said we didn’t want to,” they stated sternly. I didn’t let this stop me though I pestered them until one of them finally said that they would join. Because of this I was ecstatic that I would not feel lonely. Even though I ended up making even more friends in Track than just hanging out with the friend I pestered to join. The next day, was Track and Field sign ups in the lobby of the creske gym. For sign ups we had to put our First
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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
After a short-lived and unimpressive career on the basketball team the previous year, I joined the track team with hopes of fulfilling my dreams of being a varsity athlete. Though determined, I was undersized in both
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
Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running
Although I had only participated in the school Cross Country team for two years, I felt very connected to the team and wish I had participated my sophomore and freshmen year as well. Over the two seasons, I have made many great friends and learned the importance of working hard to achieve my goals. Throughout my life, my parents have pushed me academically, but never really encouraged me to try hard in sports or physical activities. Cross country filled that void for me and helped me become a more well-rounded person.
In all my life, I’ve never had a commitment that required so much of me as track and field, both physically and mentally. Towards the end of my high school career, track and field for me meant having to push through a difficult physical condition known as tarsal coalition, a condition that causes inflammation in my feet. With help from my coaches, I had to learn to endure past physical limitation and strengthen my faith in my abilities. By doing so, I became more confident in myself and I was able to help lead other team members to do the same. Not only did track and field teach me to lead, but it also taught me how to be a part of a team. I learned the value of teamwork through building relay race teams. In all relay races, I was either the
In physical education we were put to do the mile I was always second to last if not last I wasnt made fun of but I didnt really good about myself. As the years went on I was still fat couldn’t do anything until sophomore year of high school is where it all changed. I remember it quite clearly as if it was yesterday I was sitting in my math class when one of classmates had large number pinned to his bag and a uniform on that hadn’t seen before. That's when I got curious and asked what sport was all this for he then explained it was for cross country and that I should join it would be fun. It turns out that the season was about to end so it was to late to join so I had to wait for next year so I did. I went my junior in the summer since that's when they practiced and ran for the first time. After this first run I thought I was going to literally die and didn't want to this any more and to top it off all the guy runners who I thought that were slow beat one by one. This is where I decided I wasn't going to be last or lose a race to anyone. I practiced the whole year and did track top it off. Now the summer of my senior year was very motivational since I got up early ran and did this everyday till school started to be the best of my high school. Well the season would begin and I was breaking my school records and receiving medals from invitationals and
At first I intended to keep going this way, if my dorm parents didn't introduce to to the long distance coach of track team in an occasional opportunity, claiming that extracurricular sports practice would definitely assisted with my situation of depression in both physical and mental ways. I looked into her expectant eyes, hesitated, and agreed. Because in her eyes, I saw the silhouette of myself, who has abandoned her fragile dream, becoming a pale and featureless figure. And at that moment, I naturally wanted to bet all my fortune to chase back those of my aspirations, who got washed away with my tears of disappointed that a and dazed emptiness.
I had heard about the cross country team but I didn’t know anyone who was a part of it. The cross country team was full of girls who were welcoming and shared the same passion for running as me. I was putting in a lot of time into this team, from long practices everyday and meets every Wednesday and Saturday, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I was able to mentor the younger members on the team and share my love for running with them. After being a part of this team for three years, together, we have won three consecutive senate championships and developed a bond like no other.
Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.
As soon as I joined the team, I made new friends and had lots of new workouts I have never done before that were tremendously hard. For example, one specific workout I can remember that was super hard fell on a Thursday. That Thursday was a repeat day which means you keep doing the same thing over and over again until the amount you have to do is up. We had to do 18 400’s with 45 seconds of rest. If you did not stay above or below three seconds of your goal, coach would tell you to stop the workout because you're not trying your best. Talk about puking after practices and sweat dripping down your face and back! When I joined the team, we were eligible to go to nationals all over the United States. So throughout the time I was on the private team, I went to nationals for cross country five times and went to nationals for track and field four times just during my three years in middle
In 2013 Dan Earhart while walking by his local high school athletic field in Chiloquin, Oregon noticed the track team training without a coach. Dan reflects, “I thought to myself, how will they ever get any better?” Dan discovered the school had a track program but couldn’t afford a track coach, so Dan stepped up. “Our first year we sent eight out of twenty students to state.”
I approached that year’s conditioning with a pessimistic attitude and wondered why was I doing this when I’m not going to run in meets. Just like the year before, I assumed that conditioning and practicing would be obsolete. I braced myself for another disappointing year. Every winter day after school, I braced myself against the cold with a hope that this season would be different. I went into the first day of practice feeling in shape and optimistic. But just like freshman year, there was no preparing for the ache and suffering of the first practice. With the season approaching, our coach timed us to determine who would run in meets. Our coach divided us into groups based on how fast she thought we were. When a senior saw that I was in the first, slower group, he said that I belonged in the faster group with them. Hearing that compliment from a senior changed my outlook on the season might go. As the first track meet approached, we split off into groups so we could perfect our technique based on the event we were running. As I was jogging around the track wondering whether this year was going to be the same as last year, our coach summoned me over to perfect baton handoffs for the 4x100 meter relay. As the realization hit me that I was going to compete, I thought, “I’m not going to relinquish this spot because I labored profusely to attain
Running was a part of my life between 2014 and 2016, when I was still a young middle school kid. I tried out for the track team, and I ran for my first time in March. Track and Field was a new experience for me, I had