After two years, of running school track, I was recruited by an woman who started an AAU track team for the summer. She broke so many records at JHS and ASU in hurdles. She was one of the best of the best in Arkansas. It was a privilege to work with her. She ran hurdles just like me. Some days we would spend seven hours a day at the track. Because of her, I won so many first place medals at the track meets we traveled too. In total we travel to twelve different cities to compete with different people. It was a fun and a different kind of
I was at home watching my favorite runner Usain Bolt run the one hundred and two hundred-meter dash setting the record yet again in the Olympics. I looked at my mom and said “Mom that’s going to be me at state this year.” My mother replied saying “I believe you can do it.” I started
My junior year, the fastest time I ever ran any 3.1-mile race was 28 minutes and 40 seconds; however, the previous year my time was 25 minutes and 25 seconds. These results devastated my team and I due to me falling short of our expectations. Thus, I suffered tremendously through that season mentally and physically. “You can run faster,” is what people, including my parents, teammates, and coaches expressed to me, but I couldn’t conquer the physical and mental barriers. Consequently, I felt impotent due to the fact that I wanted desperately to be back to the 25 minutes and 25 seconds time I was running earlier, but my body and my mind restricted me from doing so. I was more frustrated than I had ever been in my life up to that point. It felt horrible letting my team, my parents, and even myself down. As a result, animosity for the sport that I had competed in two previous years grew in my heart, and that shattered me.
When the fall soccer season of 10th grade came to an end, I realized that I was grotesquely out of shape and needed to do something productive in the off season. A lot of my friends did cross country and encouraged me to do indoor track with them. With a little encouragement from my parents I was signed up. On the first day I got to meet the head coach, Steve Sawyer. As he was listing off the events I decided that I wanted to the 300 meter dash, and never do the hurdles. Accordingly Sawyer looked at my long legs and pointed at the hurdles, I marched over with fear in my stomach. The 6’5” captain of the hurdles, August Kawski, welcomed me with open arms and immediately got me going. It was difficult work, hurdling required great flexibility, and I was as flexible as rebar. But with Sawyers help combined with the encouragem...
Athletics has made a difference in my life through its redefining of the word “success.” Before I got involved with track and cross country, success was measured by goals I set and achieved for myself that made me happy. Since then, I have realized that success is much more gratifying when it is dependent on making those around me proud. In track, success is when I have trained hard enough so that I am able to help my relay team win a race or break the school record. In cross country, success is when I have built up enough endurance to contribute to the team score and help my team move on to the state meet. This mentality has translated to my daily life, as I am constantly working hard to please those around me. At school, I always do my homework and get good grades so that my teachers do not have to focus extra energy on getting me to do my work. At work, I strive to go above and beyond my typical duties so that I can lessen the responsibilities of my co-workers. At home, I help out with chores without being asked so that my parents can have one less thing
When I was in the eighth grade, my top priority was to become an athlete. All of my idols were either NFL stars or Olympians. So every morning, I started by running for exercise, and eventually I tried out for my school's track team. In try-outs, I finish an abysmal third to last. This experience left me deeply embarrassed; nevertheless, it did not deter me from staying dedicated to my goal. To focus on self-improvement, I doubled down on those early morning runs. However, when it came time for my first race, two weeks later, I was extremely nervous. The morning of the race, I was shaking with fear of failure. On the bus ride over I was silently hoping that the bus would brake-down, or that the school would cancel the competition. As I went
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.
Originally, I intended to be a manager for the cross country team my senior year since all my friends did cross country. However, one of my friends suggested that I, at least, do some summer running before the season. However, I quickly fell in love with running and this summer running quickly changed into my friend and I developing my own rigorous running schedule. By the end of the summer, I had run the third most miles on the team. There was something about the pain, grit, adrenaline, and continually pushing myself further out of my comfort zone every time that captured me. Next thing I knew, my competitive nature took over and I continued to push myself until I moved from manager to a top ten varsity
Cross country is a very rewarding and valuable sport. Not many people realize how exhilarating it can feel until they run a mile in my shoes. I had started running when I was in eleventh grade. I've always had a passion for running, but it never crossed my mind about how I might enjoy running competitively. I came out to one of the Cross country practices to try it out and I instantly fell in love with the sport. When I had first started running competitively, it was very challenging. However, I was able to keep up very well with the rest of the Cross country team. After a few practices I decided to join the team and open up a new and exciting chapter in my life. All the races were extremely competitive, but I kept pushing forward. Before every
Waking up to breakfast on the table every morning. My mom wanted to make sure I ate something before I left for school. My sisters would try to crack a joke or make some sort of unusual comment that would make me laugh all the time during breakfast. After breakfast, my mom would walk us all to P.S.1 even though the school was right across the street. It was all so perfect, but things change.