Cross Fell

A start and a finish line, hundreds of competitors lined up with faces of determination ready to compete in what they have been training hard for. Runners warming up, stretching, drinking water, and finishing routines with their coaches and teammates; anxiously waiting for the loud signal of the gun shot to begin the race. Once the shot has been fired you see the competitors sprint as fast their legs can go, to try to get a spot up front. Through out the race you see the rival schools go head to

Racing Hearts Waking up, this is where the battle starts. Before the sun throws its rays on a grateful earth, before the noise, before worries set in, there you are. Before an eye has opened, before the rooster crows, it is you and the road. After lacing up your shoes, you open the door. However, by stepping out, you refuse to re-enter until your goal is complete. But is it really a need? Or is it just a sadistic form of finding self-worth in numbers? Distances, times, paces; what do these really

friends that I always run and chill with. A majority of people I have spoken to despise running; the activity inducing a great deal of pain and wasting time are common reasons I hear. For me however, running has always been a part of my identity and it shaped me as the person I am today. Whether it comes to intense races or exciting games of tag, I feel a part of me glistens with joy whenever I put on my running shoes and get my feet moving. My interest from running goes all the way back from elementary

played was dependent on that very act. Countless suicide runs and lay-up drills in basketball, and even more base runs in softball, served as a distraction from this mundane activity because at least I was running for a purpose. My brief time on the cross-country team demonstrated that while I may have excelled at sprinting, long-distance running was not my forte; and also materialized by my omnipresent side stitches. However, my senior year of high school came and to my surprise, running would be the

I began running track and field in the seventh grade for my school. The coach had asked me to join and I obliged, truly having nothing better to do. Within two weeks of try-outs, I had my first track meet. At the time I was only doing high-jump, but it was at this meet that I won my first event and would subsequently fall in love with track. Sprinting down the track, jumping over the high-jump bar and landing in the sand pit were exhilarating and most of all fun. The pleasure track gave me made me

I attended Rebel Run on September 12, 2015. Rebel Run is an Ole Miss tradition where freshmen run across the football in support of the University. Rebel Run has always been on my attendance of Ole Miss bucket list. Only 1700 students were able to be a part of Rebel Run; therefore, I signed up the first day that registration started. Although I was very interested in being a part of Rebel Run, the temperature was excruciating and it made me want to go back to my Residence Hall. Even though I wanted

When running a half marathon for the first time, with an opportunity to quit at ten miles, the option to fail at a goal you have set is an easy thing to do. The night before my first half marathon, I was having second thoughts about my ability to be able to complete what seemed like an impossible feat, but I kept telling myself no matter what, I was going to run it. I had set a goal and I was determined to accomplish it. At the start of my run, my nerves were going crazy, but once the first three

The Connecticut State Track Committee, Upon your request to design a 200 meter indoor track that fulfills the constraints of straightaways measuring 34 to 44 meters and lanes measuring 1.07 to 1.22 meters wide, I have designed a track that should fulfill these requests. To elaborate, I began by picking some arbitrary values for the two measurements that met the constraints. These came out to be 40 meters of the straightaways respectively and 1.2 meter lane widths. These values were chosen first

Breathing heavily, a million things run through my mind. I’m dying. I can’t feel my feet. My lungs aren’t taking in oxygen fast enough. However, the finish line and the satisfaction of knowing that I had gotten myself through three miles loom ahead. Clenching my fists, I force myself through the indoor track at JCC. The excitement and pride that I feel when I finally achieve my goal is indescribable. Ambition. I believe that it is a strong force that has definitely transformed my life. When

these long, exhausting sessions? To push myself to the limit for a little under 20 minutes. This is cross country. Since I first started cross country, I have learned a lot about the sport and myself, while simultaneously improving dramatically. Before cross country, I had only ever done academics and I excelled without really trying, not really understanding why everyone couldn't do the same. Cross