Everyone was becoming frustrated and no one wanted to be there. Then to add to the dismay of the team, Coach Sahm called a small meeting with all the seniors shortly before the first game. “Everyone knows that you guys are nowhere near as good as the team we had last year,” said Sahm, “but you all can do me a favor and help prepare the younger kids for next year.” This made the situation much worse. Not only did our coach have no faith in us, but he also thought that we were only good for giving his younger players experience so he can have a successful season next year. With the attitude we had, I was not surpised that we had a very dismal regular season.
the story of Prefontaine’s life and death is a sad one, as his life was claimed at the age of just 24 young years, and he never he the opportunity to reattempt the Olympics. (6) Long-distance running is a challenging sport that goes beyond exercise and pushes the individual past what most runners’ experience. Many people dislike running but the few that are interested in it just don’t like they love it. "As every runner knows, running is about more than just putting one foot in front of the other; it is about our lifestyle and who we are." (- Joan Benoit Samuelson)
He kept telling me that he was a loser because he didn’t win the race and he never wins, and that “all my friends think I am a loser because I cry all the time. They make fun of me because I cry. They beat me up. I am a loser.” I tried to reassure him and tell him I did not think he was a loser. I explained how I thought one of the reasons he lost the race was because he had been climbing across the rings for most of recess was tired from racing.
I went to school for a semester and realized I couldn’t pay for it and that what I thought I had wanted to do my whole life sucked and I hated it. No harm, no foul, move on. Except I can’t. My brain won’t let me. I, like a lot of people, didn’t go to college straight out of High School.
I got to the bus to ride up with my team, but I was turned away so no one else got what my sickness was. That was hard to stand. I was so sick that when I actually arrived in the dome and watched our game I don’t remember any of it. I seriously was so out of it I had to go home and rewatch the game to remember any of it. We lost 50-27.
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. 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.
A Running Experience It was another long day of track practice with even more pain in my right leg. I was not your typical fourteen year old girl this past spring. I have a passion for running and I would do anything to make myself a better runner. That includes running or working through pain when everyone told me to stop. I went to track practice with the high school team before middle school practice had even started.
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.
I was determined to do everything by myself. When the game started, I was missing shots at the beginning of the game because of my selfishness. Then my coach Ivan told the referee to have a thirty second break. With anger, Ivan said, ?What are you doing?? I just ignored my coach and did not say anything.
After a few years of working there without any promotions whatsoever, I went and talked to Richard. As I said before, Richard and I never had the best relationship, which was honestly my fault. I was always jealous of his family and his success, and it seemed like he had everything I had ever wanted. He was always the one everyone loved and respected, while I was the one that was always frowned upon and called lazy. So, when he told me he wasn’t going to give me a raise something inside of me just snapped.