My First Practice All throughout my life, I never really would consider myself as a runner or even remotely in shape to be one. Running seemed extremely difficult from a far off perspective, especially to someone like me who didn't have any experience when it came to running. However, without even knowing it my life would soon change. It all started with the second semester of my freshman year of high school. I had a very difficult decision to make, which was either play softball where most of my friends were involved in or run track which I knew only a few members. Finally, my decision was made and I decided to run track. My decision was not easy, nevertheless I decided to run track despite what others said about it being extremely hard. On the first day of track practice, my heart felt like it was going to explode from within my chest before it even began. I looked around me and noticed several kids around my age, but most had participated in it before and were …show more content…
Over time it was the sport I had grown to love and appreciate most. I eventually made it to states my freshman year and have made it every year since. I am now finished with my junior year of track, which means I have made it to the State Championship three years in a row. More than ever I am glad that I decided to go against everyone’s opinion and follow my heart. It led me to find a sport that I was not only good in, but it also helped me find a new talent I had no idea that I was capable of. Running has a always will be a source of relief for me. I find a sort of peace when I run, it helps me to block out the outside world and my problems for just a short while. If I would have never followed my heart instead and chosen track, I wouldn’t have found a new talent, the sport I love, or something that gives me a sense of relief in my life. I wouldn’t be who I am today, without running being brought into my
I am now officially in my Senior year of Cross Country , and am close to the end of my season. My first race of this year though was a big accomplishment for me, because I hadn`t been able to run. When I ran that race though it made me just so happy I was able to finish it, I was`nt happy with the time, but there is always time for improvement. I was glad to be racing again and being apart of the team again. I believe that my injuries were a barrier in my way, but they did not stop my sports career.
My first week of school, everyone encouraged me to join a club or a team. Of course I did not want to, until I heard we had a track team, and even then I did not know if I wanted to pursue it. In my mind, debating if I should dedicate myself to track was a hard decision. I was about to not only give this sport my time but also nothing but
It has brought me in contact with people that I otherwise would have never spoken to. Additionally, no value can be placed on the countless lessons it has taught me. Olympic marathon runner Meb Keflezighi states, “Like the marathon, life can sometimes be difficult, challenging, and present obstacles; however, if you believe in your dreams and never ever give up, things will turn out for the best.” To sum things up, running has taught me many lessons, and it is one of the main reasons I am the person that I am
Track has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I started out in a Hershey Track & Field program, then moved on to join middle school track, and
August 22, 2015, a day to be forever marked with blood, sweat, tears, but most importantly, triumph. That day was race day. The day when all my hours of grueling training would face the ultimate challenge. The day where I would be able to identify myself as a runner. There’s only one problem with that—I’m not a runner; I’m a tennis player.
Running has always been that sport that I took advantage of to let everything go and to use it to express my anger and to strengthen my mind to keep fighting through the hard times. I wasn’t confident in who I was and when someone asked me who I am, it would take me awhile to really analyze who I really was, what makes me, me. But, the problem wasn’t that I did not know, the problem was that I was not confident in who I am, I had a negative mindset of myself since no one expected anything good from me and I took it to heart. Realizing that I had to heal from the feelings that I was feeling, it was as if I hated and loved myself, I would lift myself up and at the same time put myself down. I was experiencing many things that I just wrote them down, and soon I wrote lyrics everytime I felt sad or happy I sang, improvised and just wrote them down on paper. I also started to use art as a form to express myself through those feelings specifically
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
Within the two years I have know my coach, my life was changed, I was always doubting myself before I met her. I joined cross country because a friend of mine encouraged me to do so, I have never been much or a runner before, and was really unsure of what to expect.
Running is something that I pursue that always seems to confound people. So many times I have been
Running has instilled in me a mental toughness that I didn’t even know existed. I feel like I have become a stronger, happier, and confident person when I started running. I accomplished things I didn't know I was capable
I enjoy running but I am definitely not a runner. I’m the girl that’s loudly gasping for air after running just 1 lap around the track in gym class. So why did I decide to run cross-country? Honestly, I just wanted to get in shape. I wanted to feel like an athlete. I am always up for a challenge and this was definitely one. Running 5 miles a day became the new normal for me. It was agonizing. I was used to running 1 slow mile and nothing
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.
I will tell the story of a kid with a couple of long-dead mindsets, and his first track experience. This is the story of my first day at track. So, where do I start? I think the mindsets might be good.
I stormed away thinking she is so annoying... she always gets what she wants... I want to go see them finish the marathon. My sister was sleepy, so I wouldn’t get to go to the marathon. She is doing this on purpose I thought. I sat down on the living room coach irated at Maya. Why did her being tired stop me from seeing the 2013 Boston Marathon, It was just unfair. I watched in envy at the kids handing out water, and the people cheering for their favorite runners. It wasn’t about watching it on T.V, it was about the experience. My sister was only six, so it was understandable but I really wanted to go.
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.