The Starting Line

get from point A to point B, but the catch is that there are multiple items, or "mines," scattered around the route, and you are blindfolded. In order to, make it to point B, you have to put trust into your partner, to lead you safely to the finish line. Your partner is not allowed to touch you, they are only allowed to lead you by using verbal instructions. This builds trust since you need to have trust in your partner to

meeting then received a packet which gives you the story. The story is used to help you figure out the answers to the first clue sheet that they give you at the starting line. Once the clock turned seven, it was our time to get ready to make our way to the starting line. There were members of the Arizona Rough Riders at the starting line who gave us wrist bands and the first clue sheet for our long journey. I got my flashlight out and inspected the first

From observing myself in a game situation these are what I consider are my strengths and weaknesses for Netball and why I think each one is a strength or weakness. Strengths Weaknesses > Shooting > Shoulder Pass > Bounce Pass > Chest Pass > Pivoting > Footwork > High-running Pass > Reaction Time > Agility > Speed Strengths: Strength 1: Shooting is one of my strengths as I think I perform it correctly. By correctly I mean having a balanced

What I learned on elm street ‘’Hey Jibril are you ready’’ I responded with a smirk and said of course these kids won’t know what is coming. The small building held several grades and had one of the worst courts in town. When the coach blew the whistle a Tall skinny man who had strong arms and stern face led the tryouts and the gym erupted into squeals of shoes on hardwood and the crack of the rim every time a shot was taken. The practice was held in a small gym, It was tattooed with baby

like 10 ton boulders. Then all of a sudden something changed, I began sprinting like there was a hungry lion waiting to make me its prey. Just like that I finished the race in 27th place. There were over 40 girls running. When I crossed the finish line i was given a large cup of water and a time card. Mst of the water ended up down the front of my uniform rather than in my dry parched mouth. I was so full of joy and overwhelmed that I could barely write my name on the time card. All the pain seemed

and the clock read six o'clock. The deafening noise jolted us again, and there was only one way to make it stop. Chris picked up the phone and in a tired, drowsy voice, answered, "Hello." "Wake up call," I could hear Coach on the other end of the line. "Wake everyone else up in the room and the bus will leave at seven." "Okay," and with that, Chris hung up the telephone. I could hear him bury his head back into his pillow to try and get just a few more minutes of sleep before the big day.

and my eyes were as wide as baseballs. I had never been more focused in my life. As we crossed the start line, a light drizzle of rain began to fall. Rain is a rower’s worst nightmare. Not only does it make the oar handles wet and slippery, water also collects at the bottom of the boat, making the boat heavier. I sighed, and prayed that the rain did not increase. Waiting around at the start line for our race was unbearable. My mind began to replay our devastating defeat last year, and a bunch of negative

Everyone’s nerves were on edge, if you wanted to go to state, now was the day to show it, and the clock was ticking minute by minute to the start of the race which would confirm some peoples hopes and break others hearts. The team started off to the starting line where we would walk and jog the course to get a feel for it. When we

improve more rapidly than I would, playing in my age group. Tweet!! the game began. 22 powerful bodies on the field. I was not the starting line of players because I was the younger one and the new one on the team. I knew, in order for me to be the starting player, I needed to prove to my coach that I am capable of being the starting line. My brother was the starting player, not because he was better than me, but he had been on the team longer. He played the same positions as me- left wing- so every

wouldn’t be able to catch up even at my best. As I neared the 100 meter line, I started to convert into a jogging pace and got my bearings. I allowed myself to breathe again and relax but still trying to run my best. I was in 3rd place with the two kids in front of me about 50 meters away. I cleared my mind and just concentrated on breathing; taking a deep breath in through my nose, and letting it all out of my mouth. I was starting to feel the fatigue in my muscles and my legs are crying for rest, but