Last year, if you would have come up to me and said, “You’re going to run cross country next year.” I would have laughed at you. Last spring I decided to run cross country because I needed to get in shape for basketball. I wasn’t expecting to be good I am a terrible runner. People on the team expected a lot out of me. When Kenzie, our top runner for the girls found out I was running she was excited, “Good, Katie Reeders moving on to high school, so we need someone new in our top seven.” Apparently I look like a lot better of a runner than I am. All my friends were excited too and also had an inflated sense of my running ability. When school was finally out, that meant summer training began. We had a few days off before June 6th. My friends, Sydney and Brianna, gave me warnings about the first week, the day before. Honestly, after that, I was terrified. When your friends tell you things like you’re going to feel like you have to …show more content…
I asked my mom if I still had to do this, she said yes. I woke up at 7:30 the next morning. I ate a small breakfast because I wouldn’t want to puke and get dehydrated. I got dressed and we went to Kyle Park. The team met at the shelter house. Sydney and Brianna were waiting for me when I got there with a few others that became very close friends throughout the season, Marissa, Belle, and Dariana. They were ready to run with me and run really fast, and then I told them my mile time… So I ran with Marissa who didn’t run last year. We ran on the bike path that goes from the shelter house, halfway around the soccer fields, and out to the road and across. I don’t know where it went after that because I never made it any further. We ran out for three minute and then we had to try and run back in three minutes. We didn’t get very far because we were slow. When it was time to turn around I had to walk because I was so tired. This was the first sign that I was going to be terrible at cross
I joined my school’s cross country team in the summer. At the beginning we performed pre-season workouts. The training was tough, but my proud personality and the very thought of what I had to gain kept me motivated and helped me push through the pain. Every time I felt like giving up or quitting, I would say to myself, “This pain is only temporary; remember that the reward will be permanent, and it will be worth the pain that I endure today.” I was able to push through the
I have always loved sports and the competitiveness that comes along with them. In so doing, I have decided to eventually become either a high school or college coach at some point in my life. Subsequently, I decided to interview the Vilonia High School Cross Country Coach, Coach Sisson. As I walked into her office, I instantly noticed all of the trophies and team photos from all of the past years of coaching. She is also the school nurse so her office has first aid equipment intermingled into the trophies and team pictures. While I set up my notes and questions for the interview on one of the desks in her office, she was finishing up a diagnosis of one of the high school students who felt sick. After her patient left, I quickly started the interview in order to waste no time. She began with how she got involved in coaching. The Vilonia School District expressed their interest to her as being the next cross country coach several years ago. She was widely known for her passion for running and she gratefully accepted the position and has been a coach for numerous years now.
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.
“Be Prepared… the meaning of the motto is that a scout must prepare himself by previous thinking out and practicing how to act on any accident or emergency so that he is never taken by surprise.” (Robert Baden-Powell). Track season was getting ready to start and I was excited for it because I love to run. This was my first year in high school so this would be my first time to get to be on a high school track team. I went to the first practice, which was conditioning day, and ran as hard as I could. No matter how hard I was hurting or sweating I keep running and finished in the top group every time. Practice comes to an end and coach calls up runners individually and tells us what we are going to be running. He calls me up and I am just knowing that he is going to say the 200 or 400. To my disappointment he tells me I am going to be running the 300 hurdles. I hated the hurdles so to myself I told myself I wasn’t going to practice hard because it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wouldn’t practice hard so I got put on JV. I won all the JV races in the 300 hurdles so that just pushed me to not want to practice even more because I could win without practice. District track meet rolls around and Trey one of the varsity runners gets hurt so coach moves me to varsity. In my mind I am thinking this is going to be easy I haven’t lost a race on JV so I won’t lose on varsity. The intercom comes on and calls out for my race. It was time to go win.
Running. Running has provided me with so many opportunities. I have met so many new people and learned numerous life lessons. My life would be completely different if I had not had these invaluable experiences.
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.
This past spring, was my first year running track and field at a high school level. I had spent my freshman year on the lacrosse team and had therefore missed out on track and field. From the other sports I had participated in at school, both coaches and fellow teammates had acknowledged my speed, this kept my confidence alive and made me believe I would strive in high school track
I loved everything about the sport, knew everything about the sport, and simply wanted to be physically involved with the sport. I signed up for my local football organization and greatly anticipated the start of the season. My first season our team finished undefeated, winning each game with ease. I played offensive line and enjoyed every play, finally being a part of the sport I loved. My coach at the time admired my hard work and dedication, repeatedly telling my fellow teammates that we should all aspire to have a work ethic such as my own. At the end of the season, my coach suggested I practice to become a quarterback. A quarterback is usually one of the skinniest players on the team, a trait I certainly didn't have. If I were to be a quarterback, I would have to lose at least thirty pounds and practice almost every day until the next season. As crazy as the suggestion seemed to me at the time, I gladly accepted the challenge and almost instantly began to work to become the best quarterback I could
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
Ever since I was young my parents said “Drew you should try new things, even if it means you fail at something.” I never really listen to them until one time in the study grade when I decided that it was ok to fail. I asked my parents “ Can we look for a club basketball team that I could try out for?” Thrilled in hearing that I wanted to try something new, they found I tryout for a team called the Cincinnati Royals. A couple of other friends agreed to try out with me, but I was still very nervous because it was my first tryout. All three of us made it through the first round of cuts and were called back for another tryout. I remember being more nervous for the second tryout than I was for the first. My palms sweated the whole night, every shot I took clanked of the rim, it wasn’t my night. My two other friends were told that they made the team, but I unfortunately got cut which I expected given how I performed. At first I saw this experience as an overwhelming failure, but I soon realized that I challenged myself, and I could learn from the criticism the coaches gave me. Taking the new stuff I learned from the tryout, I found a different club basketball team that I was fortunate enough to make, which I got to meet new people and play a sport that I loved. Although I may not have gotten the
Sports are not for everyone. I tried a variety of sports throughout my childhood but I was never really athlete material. I am as slow as a turtle and I have little to no hand-eye coordination, but I gave each sport a try. It was truly a shock when I decided to run cross-country since I had no speed whatsoever.
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 felt so out of shape it felt like I was the slowest person in the world. I didn't like it very much it seemed like we didn't do anything but run. The friends I had motivated me! When they were there I felt so much better about my running. Sophia cheered me on Amaris pushed me and CJ did nothing but make me laugh! The workouts were hard but I worked
Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is a detailed memoir that describes his struggles with running and his life experiences of becoming a novelist. He presents his experience of his life as a runner in an honest and simplistic way that is enjoyable for the reader. The book is a kind of part running journal and part memoir. Throughout the memoir Murakami presents his experience as a developing novelist, along with his escapades as a nightclub entrepreneur, all within the construct of his daily run. The book should be appealing to runners, but can also be taken as a testament to a way of life that others can learn from.
Mrs.Stauffer forgot to put me on the line up for the meet so I quickly ran to her and asked her to put me on. She was very stressed, so she shooed me away and told me to talk to Coach Boham. I spent fifteen minutes running around to try to find him . When I finally found him, I asked him to put me in some events. I was a distance runner, I enjoyed long distance and cross country. However, in the beginning of track season I was a scared little freshman, so when all my friends went to sprints so did I. I did not want to be the only freshman in distance how embarrassing! So by my dumb