During my warm up, freshman year, I was lost in the crowd of everyone and was afraid to be myself. The first mile, my sophomore year, I worked out some of my nerves and started to become myself. Junior year, the second mile of my high school race, I worked on myself and really decided on the person I wanted to be. The last year of high school, my third mile, has been one of the best years to date and leaves me hopeful for the future. The “race” that is high school has been one of the most unforgettable races I have ever been apart of and is just a small portion of the race of my
I started running when I was a senior in high school. I made it through the first couple of races all right, but began to get angry at myself because I was not improving at the rate I had wanted to. I was very excited for the season and often found myself distraught when I did not do well and I could not understand what the problem was. I always assumed that if a person runs fast one day, he/she should run faster the next day. In addition to the internal pressure I put on myself during my tenure as an athlete, I felt a lot of outside pressure.
In 1971, American woman, Natalie Cullimore surprised the all male ultra world by running a 16:11 for the one hundred-mile race. Not only was she second in the race, but this was the fourth fastest time for a male or female at this distance. She caught the attention of the males of the sport with her speed and helped many other women to find a place in this field with her determination. As women's ultra running became more popular world wide, people began to take notice. Onlookers realized that the women always seemed to look more fresh at the end of a race, as if it were not as much of a struggle for them as it was for the men.
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.
The first few weeks of the season were tough, but I was determined to reach my goals as a sprinter. I worked my hardest in all that the coach had us do, but I especially focused on the sprints because the next week was when the coach told us what our races were going to be according to how we did in the practices. I was almost sure of my spot as a sprinter because I was the second fastest kid on the team, but the next week was “the moment of truth.” Monday had come of the next week, and it was time for practice. I can still remember the anticipation as the coach read off the lists and positions of each person. I was shocked to discover that the coach had placed me in the middle distances rather than the sprints.
Although I am a member of many diverse communities... ... middle of paper ... ... had found my vocation: sprinting. Entering my sophomore year I found myself replacing an injured runner on the varsity 4x100m. After showing marked improvement all season long I hit a hurdle that prevented me from bettering previous times; had torn my left quadriceps. Remembering my commitment to my teammates I limped through the wind and rain to practice daily. All my hard work had led me to the the starting line of a regional qualifying race; where my team would ascertain whether or not we would qualify for states.
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
“And that’s because there weren’t many intercollegiate sports available to them at the time” which is why college let them as compensation for lack of sports... ... middle of paper ... ...lub, to an extreme sport showcasing the talent of both males and females of all ages. Practicing is the most important aspect in cheerleading. Many teams practice almost every day of the week for two to three hours to create the perfect routine. These competitive teams train for countless hour to pull off a two minute and thirty second routine filled with high-flying stunts, powerful tumbling, and impressive teamwork. In many sports, athletes have a lot of time to redeem themselves if they are having a hard time getting the win; however, cheerleaders the athletes only have two minutes and thirty seconds to show the judges what they’ve got.
I had never really been a part of a team that had a chance to win something, but the potential was always there. I finally got my chance to be a part of such a team my sophomore year of track. Mr. Jones, the head track coach, had decided to experiment with some different races to gain more team points. Since the girls' team lacked a medley relay, he placed Cindy, Kim, Susan and I in those spots. Cindy would run the 400, Kim would run the 200, and Susan and I would start the race off by each running the 100.
Many of the lifters took this as a sign that they didn’t have to workout as hard as normal, because it would be a sure victory. Little did they know, that the other team was just as good as us. Our team lost that meet. Many of the kids were mad that they lost against their rival. The next day at practice, I told them that they would see this team later on in the year, but we needed to focus on our next meet.