My Favorite Track Memories Track has brought many ups and down and memories that I?ll cherish for a long time. While some memories were better than others, I wouldn?t trade any of them for the world. If you want to laugh or think back to your athletic days, continue reading to rewind to my favorite track memories from high school and college. 1. Getting a concussion Yes, you read that right! I got a concussion from a non-impact sport?how glamorous. I?m sure you?re wondering how this event happened, so I?ll tell you the entire story. I was lining up to race the 200 at the biggest meet of the season, besides State of course. I was very nervous for this race because for some reason, they had put me in the slower heat. I was upset that I wouldn?t be running with the best girls and knew that I …show more content…
An engagement at Nationals One of my teammates had always joked about how awesome it would be to get engaged at the NCAA National Meet. To be honest, most of the girls on the team have dreamed about this scenario. Picture this: they?ll get off the podium after becoming an All-American and find the love of their life down on one knee asking them to marry them. It?s a track girl?s dream come true! This proposal didn?t happen quite like the scenario above, but it was still very magical. My teammate, Mal, unfortunately did not advance to finals in the 400 hurdles like she was supposed to. After a fall on the homestretch, she wasn?t able to make up the time to run a qualifying time for the final that was scheduled for the next day. We were all sad for her, since this was her last race. There were tears in her eyes all day. At the end of the day, our coach came up to us and said that we needed to find Mal because she had won a sportsmanship award and she was going to be presented with it once the final race of the day was over. We were all confused knowing that there had never been any awards on the first day of the meet. However, we obeyed and went to go find
I woke up at six to shower and eat breakfast. We were out the door and 6:30 and off to Ashland, Nebraska. We had the hammer down only stopping in Ashland to grab three Red Bulls apiece. We chugged our energy drinks while driving a couple miles out of town to the raceway hoping to get awaken by the rush of the sugar. We parked our truck by our buddy Jacob after getting signed in and paying our entry fees. We made fun of Jacob for awhile for being such a die hard and having to be one of the first ones at the track. Setting up our canopy and unloading our bikes took about 5 minutes because we wanted to hurry up and walk the track. The track was a freaking mud pit. They had overwatered it. I was hoping that it would stay a little muddier after practice until the moto’s because I could out ride three-fourths of the guys in my class in the mud. After the track walk we all walked back to our trucks and got our gear on. The C riders were first to practice. The first kid to start up his bike just revved the piss out of it not letting it warm up like it should. We started shaking our heads because our dads taught us to respect your things and not mistreat them. Leaving our little camp
The world of sports is filled with great memories, grand moments and at times complete mayhem. There are moments like hitting a Home Run in game 7 of the World Series or memories of scoring an overtime goal during the Stanley Cup finals. However, there are also incredibly low moments when mayhem occurs such as an action or incident that results in a concussion. An injury such as a concussion can ruin your sports career or potentially your ability to function normally in the future. Concussions are caused by blunt force trauma to the head, a fall or an injury that shakes the brain inside the skull. Recovering from a concussion can take weeks, months or even years to heal. For some, it can impair your mental or mobility functions for life.
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Last year in January, my school cheer team and I accomplished a huge goal. We won nationals. The Owasso team was expected to win this competition, but it was still very difficult to achieve. The competition is held in Dallas, Texas, where thousands of cheerleaders compete to accomplish a once in a lifetime goal. My team only went up against one other team, but still won. The other team was not much better than the Owasso cheerleaders, which does not mean that it was easy. Winning with my dream team gave me an indescribable feeling inside. It was absolutely unreal. We came back home with our winning title ready to begin a new season. Knowing that every other team from all around the state was gunning for us, we were hungry for another win. Another
The course is weird, it’s a two lap which is good. This means you know exactly what the second half of the race was going to be like. Me as the 4th runner, and the 3 and 5 guys, went single file for a good ⅜ ofa mile and we were zooming around corners. during the back half of the race, I was really close to medaling. I went as fast as I could, I had no idea how fast the race had been, I thought when I saw the teens clicking by it was a 19:teens but I got closer and it was 18:17 I was astounded and straight out of breath. That race we were 4 points behind the 2nd place team, and they were in our district. That set us up for a good week and effort during practice because if we had a race at the district race, we were going to make it as a team to state,which is the goal all season long. I was not feeling great that week and I thought it was going to be like my first xc race finishing with a 16:02 time for 2.x miles and a lot of girls beating me. The morning of race day, I felt like crap, but the bus ride nap to maryville made me feel fine and ready to secure a spot to state. There was a lot of scepticism from the seniors, who were facing their last
I proved to myself and that I am a tough human being that can take on anything, one step at a time. There will be breakdowns as well as self and extrinsic doubt involved, but I will and can do anything. Many of my peers and teachers do not know I did this race and frankly, I don't need them to. I may not have changed in anyone else's eyes that day but for me everything changed. I raced for myself that
My sophomore year had begun and I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to do track this year. Last year I played football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Not really enjoying it, the decision was made to play " real futbol" (soccer) in the fall, leaving the spring sports season open. My friend kept telling me how fun track was, so I decided to give it a try.
When we all arrived at the track, we lined up where coach told us to. “Ready, set” My heart started pounding really hard. “Go!”. And I ran as fast as I could. Off course I was the slowest. Well after the mile, we had a water break. And after the water the water the water break, we did some activities with a partner. Those activities were fun because my partner was an eighth grader who was shortest than me in height. After those activities we played sharks and
When I hear the word track I get so excited because I know it is something that i’m good at, something I can prove myself to be the best at, a place where I don’t have to think or feel pressured to be the best all the time. For me, track is a place where I can escape and become something other than just another student or athlete. Track has changed my life for the better. My story starts in the 7th grade, when I was the best basketball player on the 7th grade girls basketball team for Brainerd.
The start of the 2002 track season found me concerned with how I would perform. After a disastrous bout with mononucleosis ended my freshmen track season, the fear of failure weighed heavily on my mind. I set a goal for myself in order to maintain focus and to push myself like nothing else would. My goal for my sophomore track season was to become a state champion in the 100 meter hurdles. I worked hard everyday at practice and went the extra mile, like running every Sunday, to be just that much closer to reaching my goal. The thought of standing highest on the podium in the center of the field, surrounded by hundreds of spectators, overcame my thoughts of complaining every time we had a hard workout. When I closed my eyes, I pictured myself waiting in anticipation as other competitors names were called out, one by one, until finally, the booming voice announced over the loudspeaker, "...and in first place, your 2002 100 meter hurdle champion, from Hotchkiss, Connie Dawson." It was visions like these that drove me to work harder everyday.
I love to run hurdles, but unfortunately last year, little pulls and strains prevented me from running to my full potential. One Thursday, we had a home track meet against Lake Stevens. For the first time I was in pretty good shape for my race, the 100-meter hurdles. I began jumping up and down partially to stay warm, and partially to let out some of my excitement. By this time, I had butterflies in my stomach and the adrenaline was pumping. The starter asked us to 'Take your sweats off and stand behind your blocks.' 'Runners take your marks.' Hands shaking, I crouched into the starting blocks. The gun was up. 'Set!' 'Bang!' I bolted out of the blocks. I was way ahead of the other girls when suddenly, I realized I didn't have enough speed to carry me over the next hurdle. Gathering all of the strength I could, I grabbed at the air in hopes of guaranteeing clearance. I had just brushed over the wood when my foot hit the ground and my ankle gave out. I fell. I heard a gasp from the crowd and the other racers' feet pounding past me. I got back up. I had never gone over a hurdle with my right leg first, but I did after that fall. Sprinting as fast as I could in between hurdles, I found myself basically bunny hopping over the rest of them. My goal was to cross that finish line and to be able to say that I did the very best that I could, even if I didn't look very graceful along the way. Although it might have seemed like a bad day, I was proud. It was the first time I had ever fallen in a race, and not only did I get back up and keep running, I managed to place second.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
Finally, my baseball season was over as we lost to a better team in the playoffs. Never in my life was I excited to lose. Since I was one of the worst players, in which I sat on the bench in almost every game, I didn’t want to waste my time in the sport. Eventually, I sat out a year of playing the sport to run track instead. Even though the track was good for me, I never really enjoyed it that much. I was still determined
Every since I can remember I have liked to watch movies, I would never watch a scary
When I first step on the track an injection of adrenaline is pumping thought out my body. The rush of competition always at your heel. My heart pounding to escape from my chest. Everything moving slow motion and a tunnel vision. Eventually my adrenaline come to an end because either I won or lost the race. When I win a race I am proud, happy, and determined. First emotion I feel is proud that I lived up to my coaches’ expectation and proud that I made my parent happy. I also feel determined to keep practicing and keeping beating my time and happy knowing that I am the best in my event. Most of all, happy that I achieved something in my life. But in track nothing is set in stone. When I lose a race I feel guilty, miserable, and most of all useless. I feel guilty because I let down my teammate, my coaches, and my parent. I could never look directing at their eye after a lost race. I also feel Miserable knowing that I fail to win the race because if I should of push myself to 120 percent and useless is what I feel after losing a race. I feel as though I just take up space in the bus and nobody notice me as if I am a ghost. Track has always been a crazy ride to get on it has it up and down. Jesse Jackson said “If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds” (Jackson 1). That no matter what the outcome, never quit, always look forward