High jump

and get it over with- just push through the pain”. Those were the words running through my mind as I looked at the high jump bar I was about to approach. I could hear my coach’s voice ringing in my head, “Everyone has these mental blocks before big meets Maria, all you have to do is jump”. However, that was the problem- I couldn’t. Every time I tried to get myself over the high jump bar, my back would give out. I could barely move let alone clear the starting height. Little did I know I was competing

College can be a huge jump from high school for most people in many areas. One of the most impacted areas includes a student’s overall success in college. Many college students may say that high school was a breeze and claim to have done well by putting forth minimal effort. High schoolers are use to having a ton of free time, getting good grades without studying outside of the classroom, and barely having any homework at all. Once they make the transition to college, all of that changes. Quickly

equipment. For example, to practice her high jump she would attach a rope on sticks and practice with just that. She was very creative. Her perseverance to excel caught the eye of her high school’s boy’s track and field coach, Harry E. Lash, who eventually helped her earn a scholarship at Tuskegee Institute, in Tuskegee, Alabama. Coachman had to compete barefoot during her first competition but still manage to break high school and college level high jump records during the Amateur Athletic Union

David Epstein compares two high jumpers and their success, arguing that physical ability is the leading cause of an individual's success. David Epstein uses Donald Thomas as an example to support his claim by comparing his success to Stefan Holm. Donald Thomas was an inexperienced high jumper who had an incredible amount of success leading him to participate and eventually win the 2007 World Championships. Stefan Holm was the reigning Olympic champion of the high jump which used discipline and many

excitement in my heart of what I am going to do today- something that I have never, but always, wanted to do. I already imagine how I will feel after today: the adrenaline rush, the overwhelming confidence, the satisfaction. Today, I am going to cliff jump for the first time; today, I will conquer my fear of heights; today, I promise that this decision is immutable. I shut off all five of my alarms and look at the time on my phone; it is 9:30 a.m. I text my friends, waiting for them to pick me up. Meanwhile

every failure I’ve overcame in track I would not be sitting in this class or even attending Slippery Rock for that matter. As cliché as it sounds, everything does happen for a reason. I learned this the hard way during my junior and senior years of high school. Even though most of my experiences from being on the track team are positive, I ended my junior and senior year with the same feeling; regret and feeling like there was more I could’ve done to prevent myself from having to end my season earlier

comes to one of them driving the boat while we are tubing. I want to stay as far away from the water as possible. Or else they will jump from tube to tube, or go 50 miles an hour and give me a huge migraine from yelling at them to slow the boat down. I’m like them in many ways but at the same time not so much. I don’t go hike up the side of a mountain for fun, or jump off a cliff without a life jacket.. A lot of the older ones are crazier than us young ones. Especially when they are trying something

this doesn’t mean I’m scared of being in a high place. Rather, it’s the sight of a long way to fall, of gravel far below me. What makes me most afraid is when there are no guardrails, or any other safety devices between me and the edge. I can only rely on my own ability to balance. Despite my fear, last summer I somehow found myself climbing a mountain. Over the winter, Blue Mountain’s prime attraction is it’s steep mountains; some measured 300 metres high. They are perfect for skiing and snowboarding

“Come here right now, Gale!” My step mom yells. Ugh. What does she want this time, I mean seriously, the worst thing I’ve done recently I overfed the cats by like 2 treats. I run upstairs and yell, “what do you want?” “Why are you talking to your mom about being suicidal? There’s no way that you are, I mean there isn’t anything to even be depressed about.” “Having to listen to you all day is bad enough. First you try to put my mom in jail for “not liking you”. Then you yell at me for

favors, and more. This was all to lead up to my party. The party was going to be a star-wars themed birthday party with all sorts of decorations. It was going to be at Kid’s Kingdom, a gymnastics center, where we would jump on trampolines. That was assuming I would be able to jump. We left the house and began driving to Kid’s Kingdom. I stepped out of the car and immediately tripped over a rock. That was the worst thing I would have ever thought would happen on a birthday. When we went in Kid’s