Registration And Festival - Original Writing

The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)

Feeling exhausted, I focus on my breathing. I breath in through my nose and then out through my mouth, breath in and out. Repeat. After passing the mile mark, my coach is shrieking for me to relax, because I am on my way to qualify for cross country states. The top twenty girls qualify, and I have been dreaming of this day since freshman year. All I have to do is hold my position, and then I am golden. Suddenly, my legs begin to feel like jello. My running partner slowly fades ahead of me, and I cannot keep up. It feels like I am running backwards as the rest of my teammates pass me one by one. Fighting fatigue, I tell myself I am finishing this race, whether or not I have to crawl like a turtle to do so. I am crossing that finish line.

The race had already been postponed from a previous date, and after having to wait an extra week for our highly anticipated home invite, our entire team was stirring by the time the day finally befell us. It was a reassuring feeling to be able to warm up on the course knowing that every step of the 3.11 mile course had been imprinted into from the time I had started running on it the summer before. Granted the weather wasn’t perfect by any means and the course’s condition was already less than stellar, but I could make do, to be honest I was too excited to even let it

I soon snapped out of this state, hastily trying to stretch my muscles, which were cramping because I was so anxious. I heard the announcer yell “Ready, Set, Go!” followed by the pop of the starting pistol. Startled I took off running as fast as I could momentary forgetting to pace myself. I knew I would run out of energy if I didn’t do something to correct myself, so I slowed down and matched my breath to my steps. This way I could get an adequate amount of air into my lungs for aerobic respiration. By doing this I cruised through the first mile of the

Greater lawrence, pass him, Sprint. So i finish on the floor dying couldn’t breath properly so i deep breaths and needed water my mouth was dry. After the race was over needed time to process like what happen in the beginning i knew we’re going to face greater lowell next week needed to be prepared for the time being. I needed to fix on my start so i don’t have to be the hero. I need to work on is my breathing it didn’t go so well and how to keep a pace with someone so i won’t lose the guy and cost the team some points if i do that well i’m gold. I needed to workout my legs so they won’t hurt during in races. The most important i have to do is keep my body calm and mind during the race next week. I knew in my next race it’s not all about having speed and it was mostly having a good mentality. So i work on a one week later race against greater lowell again i have done better which i did before at least i had the knowledge of the course to back that up it was a great

Soon, the exhaustion became routine and it took no effort to change into my running gear and welcomed the continuity. Before I knew it, I began to wake up before my alarm clock and race to the door and begin my run as I could. With my fighting spirit, I was able to push myself to adapt to different types of situations and start to accept them. I motivated myself to endure the pain I had gone through and came out to be a better runner. If I hadn’t pushed myself at this time, I would remain in the same situation and dread running even a mile.

I originally wasn’t going to do a Spartan race in Canada this year, but I was hearing mixed reviews from friends and fellow racers and decided I needed to see for myself. I actually was very

This was my third year that I ran a TM as this English Town Raceway venue and I have to say I really liked how the course designer completely changed things up and used the entire venue very different that the two previous races (2014 & 2016).

In May of 2015, I ran a Spartan race. A Spartan race is an obstacle course where you try your hardest to finish and push yourself to your limit. My friend, Jess, decided to do one with her brother and wanted to take me. My sister also wanted to join since she already ran two of these races. Since I had my sister by my side, I decided to try it. It was one of the most treacherous and exhilarating times in my life and it all started with climbing over a six foot wall with a giant hill behind it.

At this point, the course had a longer trail sprint and eventually made it way to the Barbed Wire crawl # 1, the first crawl wasn’t that long, but it did go up the mountain so rolling wasn’t that easy and I had to crawl! After a short sprint, it was time for the Herc Hoist, which I always look forward to because for a larger guy like me, it’s nice and easy. A very short distance ahead came Inverted Walls and just after that came Plate Drag. The course headed down at this point and continued for a longer sprint and up next was Z-Walls and just after we headed over to the Bridge, which was nice and easy. It was time for the swim.

It began with the Original Pinettes Brass Band from New Orleans leading off the kick-off parade through the streets of Lowell Friday night and by time the festival concluded Sunday evening; thousands of visitors, music fans, families, followers of folk culture and people from eastern Massachusetts and beyond came together to enjoy the 29th Lowell Folk Festival. In addition to a weekend of rhythmic sounds and bright colors, there was time to remember the roots of the festival.

7) I talked to Richard at the Mont Owl's Head Sprint and he was very excited that you would debut several new obstacles for the Beast/Ultra Beast, who came up with the decisions to place two of them on the Ultra Beast loop that limited a great deal of racers the chance to complete/attempt them.

After reading this novel, the first idea that was clearly evident throughout the entirety of the story is that Jewish people are highly unwanted. Leslie Schwartz was just a young boy when he began to experience these unwelcoming greetings from the Germans, who in particular were the Nazis. During this time period Jews were looked down upon and were even considered to be "dirty". This term "dirty" that was used to describe the Jewish was not used in a literal way most times, instead it is used as a metaphor suggesting that they were somewhat similar to what we know as slaves.

I stood at the top of the hill. It was Regional day. My team and I trained all year for that day. The sun was shining and the snow was crisp—just like the air. The wind was silent and allowed the clamor of the festivities to hang in the air undisturbed. I could hear everything. The chanting of names and times from the loudspeaker. The racers’ skis slicing into the snow. My favorite rhythmic clapping of shins on gates. Then, to my surprise, “Tylor Kistler, bib 156?” a pause, “racer may go when ready”. Oh no. If my mind wasn’t racing before, it was racing then. All my thoughts jumbled into a chaotic scream.

The course started out with a longer than typical (compared to the other BattleFrog courses I have run) distance sprint before coming to the first obstacle, the “Rope Climb”, I have to be honest and admit, I was happy to see the rope climb come nice and early on the course as it made it easier and the ropes didn’t get nearly as muddy or wet as they have at all my other BattleFrog events, but with that said, the ropes where very close together and on my first lap when arriving at the same time as dozens of other racers, I feared either kicking or being kicked in the head by other racers on the ropes to both the left and right of me. The ropes where attached to a suspended chain and this caused the ropes to have more bounce than I typically experience in a rope climb, but the ropes where not that high up so they where not that difficult. The only thing