Everyday, I showed up to high school soccer practice at 4:10 pm to get my soccer gear on and be ready to do a team dynamic warm-up by 4:20 pm. Therefore, my teammates and I are ready to start practice at 4:30 pm. But, as I arrived to practice on a Friday afternoon, things seemed a little obscure and I couldn’t figure out what it was. I tried to go on as I usually do, putting on my shin guards, socks, cleats and inhaled a couple puffs of my inhaler. Then, as we began to get on the line to start warm-ups, my coach asked some girls to pump up the balls, so about 6 of us stopped what we were doing and grabbed our pumps. However, it was cutting into our warm-up time, but as one of the Senior Leaders, I decided we should wait to do the warm-up as a team, so we don’t leave anyone out. It seemed to make sense, since we always warm up as a team. After, the girls and I were done pumping up the balls, we started warm-up.. Then, two minutes into our warm-up, my coach sternly said, “girls this isn’t …show more content…
The coach came over to us and started to sternly scold us about how unorganized our bags were, and how practice was running late since warm-ups started late. It seemed like she was blaming us for practice starting later than usually, so before I could stop myself, I said, “you asked us to pump up the balls, so 5 or 6 of us stopped and pumped them up.” She said, “ah, what.” Then, I repeated myself, “we pumped up the balls, that’s why warm ups ran a couple of minutes late. Plus, I wanted everyone to warm up together.” It didn’t seem to be a big deal to me, since we weren’t responsible for the balls not being pumped up. Plus, she seemed to be in a rush to get to practice on time. My teammates and I seemed confused on why it was such a big deal, since it seemed obvious to everyone on why things were running later than
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
I had eaten great all day and I was ready for hell. I got there and didn’t realize there were 100 kid trying out for 2 teams. Mikey and I started off by doing line drills and I wasn’t the best but I was doing what coach had asked everyone to do. I was the only one giving it 110%. Then long field passes were next. Again this was all new to me and I was just going with it. Thirty minutes into practice I felt a bump on my shoulder. It was coach Haven. He asked me, “Hey La Garsssa how long have you been playing lacrosse for? I responded with “oh you know 30mi…. he was shocked and wasn’t ready for the response. I did have great ball handling skills and I was working my ass
“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more
The first few weeks of practice were full of bad attitudes and laziness. As a sophomore, I, along with the other underclassman, kept my mouth shut and put effort into practices. It was t...
It then started to get harder and each day was a different workout to help me and my teammates improve. I was at a point where all I could do was attend school, go to practice and go home. Each day I was beyond tired. At a point of time I felt like giving up and going back to my regular life, and regular schedule. As the coach started to notice how I felt, he pulled me to the side and started to question what was going on. I explained, but everything I said was not a good enough reason. My coach told me, “If this is what you really want you won’t give up, no matter how hard it may get you will overcome it.” That day I learned a valuable lesson, to never give up.
I didn’t want to go to practice. I was exhausted and it was 8:45am; the night
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
We had been waiting all day, we were all ecstatic for practice. It was the last of the season. As soon as the final bell rang, we raced to our locker room to get dressed. I made sure to grab my spikes and was off to our team meeting place. As the team gathered with excitement we saw our coach approaching us with a look of despair. He explained to us that the high school students would be taking over the track for the day and that our last middle school, track and field practice would not be happening. Many of the students were very upset because it was at our school and so therefore it was our track. Many incidents like this have more than likely happened to the swimmers and softball players as well.
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The time is now 5:00 AM. Struggling to open my eyes, I blindly search for the snooze button on my alarm clock. As soon as I hit the snooze button, I hear Caitlin yelling, “Get up Aki! Let’s go! Coach is going to kill us if we are late!” My friend, Caitlin, who was also my roommate and doubles partner had managed to awaken me with her loud warnings to get ready for our 5:30 AM Thursday training session. Thinking back now, I am convinced that the definition of teamwork can only be accurately portrayed at 5:00 AM. Sleep-deprived, mentally and physically exhausted, I walk with Caitlin to the UMKC Sweeney Athletic Center and join the Women’s Tennis Team for an intense training session. I had officially started my day. My schedule for the rest of the day included Computer Science classes, a 3 hour long tennis practice, and several hours of homework before bedtime. Grueling days, such as the one described above, were the norm throughout my college years. My commitment to tennis was a continuous challenge; however, I played because the sport gave me friendship, success, failure, and above all structure in my life. Tennis has been instrumental in shaping who I am today.
Three weeks into the start of that same season, I experienced a failure incomparable to any other. It all started after a usual day at practice when my coach said,
The rest of my team is going to through the routine but I can’t understand what’s going on. My coach walks over and asks me more questions which I mumble out answers too. She tells me to stay laying down and that I should take it easy. This is when the tears come.
The next day the two coaches went to the athletics office to talk to Mr. Dunn the head of the sports program at LA high school. And Mr. dunn said there was nothing he could do about it. The next week Billy and Sarah were talking to each other about taking this case to the school district. To try and make track a spring sport and keep football a fall sport that way there training are at different times throughout the year.
To maximise the effectiveness of the sessions I tailored each one around a specific football skill such as passing, dribbling or shooting and aim to improve the skill by the outcome of the session. This linked with Foxon’s (2001, cited in Robinson, 2010) approach of planning the sessions so that the coach can set targets for the performers to work towards, which should improve the effectiveness of the sessions and dedication of the performers as they have a clear outline to focus on. There is a lot of variation in the sessions with to avoid the athletes experiencing tedium which in turn would affect the quality of their performance as their intensity drops, however the cool down remains the same throughout the sessions in order to get the athletes in a rhythm where they become competent in performing the cool down without assistance. This would result in the athletes picking up positive habits as they reduce their chances of picking up injuries by not performing a cool down and it gives the athletes more responsibility which has the potential to reflect in their performances in matches. The sessions are planned with a warm up that uses a basic drill to get ball familiarity for the players early on in the session whilst preparing the muscles for the session to prevent any injuries being picked up.