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
Running, it is a sport that requires endurance and mental strength. For me, it is the singular athletic activity that I haven’t quit. I’ve tried ballet, soccer, lacrosse, swimming and ice skating. Essentially everything; aside from running is the only sport that I haven’t given up on. In fifth grade; before I was going to start Middle School my mother told me I should try out for Cross Country. She thought it would be something I’d be good at because I had “good running legs”. I was wary of joining because I disliked athletics, to begin with. Gym class was always something I dreaded. Still, I tried out anyway so she’d stop bothering me about it. I made the team, it was such a small group that everyone made it. Throughout my Middle School Cross Country career, I was one of the slowest runners on the team. When I entered High School I tried out for Cross Country again. What I soon discovered was how arduous it was to run longer distances. During my Middle School career I only ran two miles then, in High School, the race increased to a 5K. Nevertheless, as I
I turned in my form for Running Club by the end of the week and was ready to start running. When training began, we ran a few laps around the school and I noticed as the runs came to be longer, I would become tired sooner. Miss. Ames noticed and ran alongside me. During the runs, we would discuss other topics which would distract me from thinking about my performance in the run. Later on, the coaches would time the runners to see our performance. Being timed increased my irritation with my performance; however, Miss. Ames reminded me that I was making progress regardless of what my
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
One of the reasons for why I run, is because of the relationships that I have built. The first year that I started to run, I was scared and nervous to try out a sport that I had never previously been involved with, but I was also nervous to open up and meet a bunch of people who already had been running with each other for a
As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked
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.
Along with my specialty of running into mailboxes, I am also known for tripping over flat surfaces, eating my weight in pasta, braiding my teammates’ hair before races, and face planting at the bottoms of hills. Life is short, running makes it longer. Despite all of this, lacing up a pair of shoes and heading out the door is a passion of mine that continually challenges me day in and day out to improve myself. Running clears my head and makes me feel like I can conquer anything. I cannot wait to make more sensational memories and friendships with this sport.
Runners are extremely passionate about their sport. Running brings people a kind of satisfaction that is hard to describe. Enko's hope was to make running a little more comfortable and safer for your joints, and also, give you a boost in speed.
It’s nights like this that I have to do everything I can to stop running. The crickets in the far-off pines call to me, singing enticing tales of adventure as the grinning moon lights the way along the gentle slope of the highlands. Even the breeze urges me forward, nipping at my ankles and using the swell of grassy waves to carry me farther
Many people ask me how I can run long distance and why I put myself through so much pain everyday. I tell them, because of the feeling you get after a good workout, a good race, the feeling you get after seeing how much progress you've made, that is why I do what I do. It's the intrinsic reward that I thrive of off and keeps me going. However, I haven't always enjoyed running and I didn't even start distance running until my sophomore year in high school. Before I started distance running, I played volleyball and I always felt like a weakling in on my team. It wasn't until I tried XC the next year, that I started to feel worthy and found something I am good at. A big part of what drives me to run is to be good at something. Running is a sport
When I was a freshman on the cross country team, I was just starting out running. I played other sports but found my true passion in running. Running just speaks to me. It is a way for me to release what is in me. From the help of the upper class men and experienced runners I climbed myself to the top. All four years I have been the number one runner for the cross country team at the varsity level. I have earned two most valuable runner awards, been All-County four times, and All-Region three times.
Running has never been my thing. I was always the girl lagging behind when the class ran laps in gym; always the one with the slowest mile time. I loathed running more than anything—yet I envied those who could run with ease. At the beginning of this summer,
Towards the end of my ninth grade year, one of my best friends convinced me to run on the cross country team. He ran the year prior and decided he would recruit as many people as possible to run on the team. He dragged me to the office where I reluctantly signed up for the sport and told me a little about the program and all it entailed. I was extremely nervous because the people in it were people who I did not know well, but were people I knew in passing. Our first practice was in late June, which basically started a long road of conditioning for distance running. During the summer, however, the friend that convinced me to sign up left to work a summer job, which would leave me with thirty other people I did not really know. This was the moment I started fighting the idea of going to practice altogether to prevent making a fool of myself in front of them. This was very intimidating to me and I did not want to put myself in that position, but I still had half a month to go at that point.
You'll never know until you try. This is definitely right when it comes to running; and it is how I found my love for running. Though it can be a sport of endurance or speed, running can release stress and really test your body's limits. It all started at SLV on a cool autumn afternoon. My older brother Silas’s cross-country meet was about to start.All of my family was there. My dad(who looks like a viking and is very tall), my mom(she is very tall and is like my best friend), my younger brother Ezra(cutest 7 year old ever, and loves to look at/find bugs), my younger sister Ruby(same height as me even though only in 4th grade at the time), my grandma (bakes over 2000 cookies every Christmas and always smells like fresh linen), my grandpa(watches golf and does 5 mile hikes every week), and lastly, me. I have really curly hair and I am tall for my age.The starter shot the gun and the runners were off! They did the course and came back onto the track for a great finish. I just knew,”That’s what The time for middle school had finally come. More directly, the time for cross-country had arrived. I was so excited to start practicing that I picked out my favorite shorts and shirt the night before for the occasion. But little did I know that cross-country was not just about going fast and kicking butt, but it is about going just a bit faster, a bit farther, and a bit stronger than when you went in. At practice we ran with the wild wind in our faces, as it poured through my golden