Throughout high school I have learned a lot about, not only myself, but also about my friends and family. I have experienced many things that I only thought happened in high school drama movies. The best years of our lives are quickly coming to an end. I’m not good with metaphors and all that figurative language stuff but I am semi-good at one thing, that is running long distance. High school is like competing in a cross-country race, shy and timid at first, but by the end people will see my true colors as I am crossing the finish line.
Other times a leader; teaching lessons of perseverance and determination as was passed down from seniors to myself. My successes gave me the exhilarating feeling of winning a race. But more importantly my failures taught me to persevere and practice my hardest, because on the starting line your ethnicity, gender, or height matter very little. Running track gave many new experiences that forever shaped the person I am today. Although I am a member of many diverse communities... ... middle of paper ... ... had found my vocation: sprinting.
I wasn't sure what it was, but at times I enjoyed the extra attention, at other times I hated it when she made me run the extra distance or work extra hard. She seemed to be able to know exactly how to get the best out of me though because by mid season she had me running the best times I had ever run and even a few college scouts were starting to stop by at our meets to check me out.
Tom, a friend of mine from high school, together we had a great time maybe because we were seniors. In the past seasons, we didn’t have as much fun, going to practice was like going for a punishment especially during conditioning where we had to run for hours and do all sots of drills. With a little fun we turned this the other way round and had the best senior football season. During practice me and Tom, who were both wide receivers just kept on telling jokes which the coaches didn’t like so much but they let it go because we also competed against each other in the process, like whenever we run plays, we would see who could do it faster and more agile, we also had to catch the ball. Some times we pulled off one handed catches just to gain more points.
I was shocked to discover that the coach had placed me in the middle distances rather than the sprints. I was a bit upset upon discovering this. After all, I was the second fastest kid on the team, and I didn’t run my hardest in the longer races on purpose just to ensure that I would get a spot as a sprinter. However, this did not happen. I told my parents about my position that night, and they gave the usual speech that probably many of y... ... middle of paper ... ...ecause I thought I was about to be passed.
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.
So the following week I worked out with the varsity and made the team. I was pumped I was looked at differently by everyone some in a good way but also a lot in a bad way, the bad way was that a lot of my friends were jealous of the opportunity that I had and this brought me down a little.
Conor would've been better, too, if the linemen, such as myself, had skill as well as endurance. There's a picture in the yearbook from that season that makes me feel like a loser every time I see it--Conor's charging through the line, and I'm on my feet with my knees bent and no one to block, my guy diving for the tackle. Man, I really handled him. Maybe things will change after I graduate, but sometimes I feel like I never deserved to keep playing, that I never would have been good enough to have any real confidence in my ability. But then I go to a Friday night varsity game and the stands are on their feet as the team charges onto the field under lights blazing against a solid black sky and I think, that could be me out there jumping around, pulse racing, hollering.
I went to track practice with the high school team before middle school practice had even started. I ran everyday trying to get my body in shape for a great season. As I was trying to get through another workout, like usual, my teammates tried to tell me to stop running. “Emma, you’re just going to make the pain worse,” said my teammate Abby. However, all that was going through my head during the time, was that if I
My sophomore year I kept getting better I would go really hard in every single practice because I wanted to make it to state and I knew I need to get way better. I did better that year my record was 19 wins and 13 loses and I went 165 most of the year, but I still didn't achieve what I wanted I just made it to regionals again and I was very disappointed in myself and I knew I had to work even better so all summer I worked really hard and I would go to school every single day and I would workout with the football players because I need to get stronger and faster. By the start of junior year I knew it was going to be a good year I was very confident in my abilities and even my body. That year I went 165 all year and my record was 26 wins 12 loses which was pretty good in my opinion and also I made it to state! I didn't do so good at state, but I was still happy that I had made it and I was there.