Issam Alaraji
Track
One, Two, Three, and bang I hear the pistol goes off. I start to run as fast as I can go from the fear of staying behind. I had to do that process every single week; I didn't really like it a lot; I was nervous and scared but I didn't stop I just kept on going. The training wasn't fun either I hated it. I was always tired and I was in pain most of the time. Track was something new for me; I wasn't the best at it but, my friends kept on pushing me to work harder and become better.
I joined track because my friends pushed me to do it. I thought I should do it because it was the first school sport I would join so I did. The first week of training started it was in spring break which I wasn’t that excited about but I went
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I never really got to answer that question I just kept on going. One thing that I really likes about track is that I met some new friends and also made my bond closer to the friends that I already had. As the training went on my friends were helping me and motivating me to do better but the person that pushed me the most was my couch and I had a lot of respect for him because he was the one that believed in me the …show more content…
Every single meeting that I went to I would come in last. I saw myself not getting better and I started to get sick so I started to think about quitting track. One day I thought about skipping track and I did it but that one day turned into a week. In that one week I felt really happy and I didn’t had worries about anything except that I was feeling guilty. The guilt that was going through my mind was that I gave up on the team and everyone that cared about me in there. The next week I went back to track. After we were done with practice I went to the coach and told him everything and why I didn’t show up to track. The coach wasn’t mad at me but he was proud that I didn’t quit the
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
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
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
I was so excited to start my new journey in school. I knew that being involved in a sport was going to help me become more confident. Running has taught me how to achieve my goals, be tough; both physically and mentally, and appreciate life. The first week of cross country was difficult.
Additionally, I began to make new friends and became involved with the cross-country and track and field teams. However, as the days and weeks
Track was a perfect sport to me because I never wanted to lose. It’s not like a team sport such as basketball or soccer where it takes a team to win the game. Winning a race all matters on yourself. Track is an individual sport and that is why I like it so much. You are basically competing against yourself. You’re competing against your best time since every race is a mission of getting better and beating that time. On the other hand, though, you still have a competition and you are competing against other runners. This competition of sense of victory is different than any other sport. When you win, it is an inner excitement knowing you pushed your body to full capacity. When you win a sport with a team, you had other people there to help and support you. It is comparing opposites when comparing track to any other sport. You really don’t know the difference unless you experience it yourself. I know I have many times, and that is one of the main reasons why I still do track
I felt a rush of relief and joy while speeding down the hills. When I found out that it was cardiac hill, my heart started beating fast. I assumed that I would take forever to reach the end, but I did satisfactorily. The first time running up, it seemed it was a long way left. Once I arrived at the end, I was heavy breathing with sweat dripping down the side of my head and I could feel how red my face was. When I was told that we were going to run it a second time, I was determined to push harder and receive a better time. A mental block was stopping myself from reaching the finish line faster. On the way down, I did not feel it was as long as I had believed. The second time up my goal was to improve my time I pushed to not stop even when my legs were hurting and I was breathing heavily. In the end, my time was faster by forty seconds. When I finally made it to the end, I wanted to pass out, but I know that means that I pushed more than the first time. Something that kept me going was reminders to strive for the goals that I had set. If I did not attain the goals, I would have felt disappointed in
When it was time to warm up I ran a couple of laps around the track. After that, I stretched and started to warm up on the hurdles. The 100 meter hurdles was the first race of the day. When I was done warming up I took off my sweats and went to go get my lane number. I was in lane four. I felt like I’d been waiting forever to run. To make it
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.
The warmup. About an hour before the race begins I would usually start my warm up. My “warm up” of high school was freshman year. My warm up typically includes a jog, some stretching, and a lot of awkward conversations between my opponents and I. Freshman year was a lot like this. I was shy, timid, and most of all, nervous just like before every cross-country race. Looking back on
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.
Soccer is my passion and I never thought that another sport could rival the overwhelming joy I felt on the field, but I was looking for a way to stay in shape for the upcoming season and decided to join my school track team. Track is one of the only activities that can rival soccer. However, if I never played soccer I would not have joined the track team. For me soccer opened many doors that play a part in my daily happiness, track is
Wait. Be still. Don't go over the line. Don't let go. Wait for it. "BANG!" My reactions were precise as I sprung out of the blocks. The sun was beating down on my back as my feet clawed at the blistering, red turf. With every step I took, my toes sunk into the squishy, foul smelling surface, as my lungs grasped for air. Everything felt the way it should as I plunged toward my destination. I clutched the baton in my sweaty palms, promising myself not to let go. My long legs moved me as fast as I could go as I hugged the corner of the line like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy bear. The steps were just like I had practiced. As I came closer to my final steps, my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. The different colors of arrows started to pass under my feet, and I knew it was time.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.