I always challenge myself to go faster than what I’m asked for. For example, if I’m asked to hit a 4:45 on a mile I go ahead and hit a 4:40. In cross country I set some goals of my own, for example every race I have if I did not beat a runner I wanted to the next race I do and so on. I tend to become a very competitive athlete when it comes to representing my city, school and my team. All my hard work paid off at the end by getting the title of the Most Honorable Runner of the year for the city of
The struggle I experienced for four whole years finally came to an end my senior year of high school. It all began my freshman year when I made the varsity track team. I was so excited that if I went back to that time, I would not be able to bring the way I felt into words. I knew then that I would have to bust my butt to make a point to my coaches because of being the only freshman on the varsity team. There it started—I practiced every single day, pushing myself to an extent I never knew I could reach.
"My Football Injury" I could not believe what had happened to me one summer day. All of my dreams shattered for that year and for my future. I was never able to really recover to be the best player, I had been. All I could think about back in those days was being successful at my skilled position; the roar of the crowd; the popularity; I thought I could play the sport I love until I was too old to play it. It was the summer of 1976, my nerves were raging, mainly in my stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end.
I had not lost a gymnastics meet since 2006. After a long, undefeated season, the fear of failure, knowing anything could happen at any moment, was always lurking in the back of my mind. In the gymnastics world I was known as one of the most confident gymnasts in the country. I set goals for myself in order to maintain focus and to push myself like never before. My goal for my freshman year, my twelfth year as a gymnast, was to become a world champion.
I remember the first quarter so well. I played horrible that quarter which I couldn’t understand coming off an outstanding performance from the season opener where I recorded a school record for the amount of tackles by a single player in one game. I couldn’t understand why I was having such a bad first quarter. Was it because of the mixed emotions and excitement for this big game? Was it because I was thinking too much because it was on live TV?
Embarrassment I am a magnet for embarrassment . After I made a stupid mistake in P.E., I was so embarrassed that I didn’t think I would ever go back to school. We play games as if our lives were on the line. Sometimes it takes days to get over a loss. Elementary school in P.E.
For the baseline League finals, all six schools in our league arrived to compete to become the champion. As the meet began, I became more and more nervous for my event in the relay. I knew that I could trust my teammates. There were many things that could have gone wrong but none of them happened. In fact, those few minutes during the relay were as close to perfect as they could get.
Many obstacles stand between students and graduating, but they can easily be overcome if hard work is applied. Most students forget that in their final stretch of their high school career, losing the race is still a possibility. In the final leg of the run, students begin to feel too comfortable and sure that their graduation is certain. When thoughts of reaching the finish line enter the brain, coming to school regularly seems to be a barrier that is hard to cross. Attendance becomes something that hinders students because there is an allotted amount of days that can be missed at the most.
I relate to this film when I run because it states guts to run. Steve Prefontaine quotes “I do not run a race to see who is the fastest. I run a race to see who has the most guts.” This quote makes me view the act of running way differently. It makes me want to work my hardest each and every day to achieve greatness. I may not achieve the greatness that was
The season was rolling and our team was playing great. Our record was six and three and my teammates and I were playing confident heading into the playoffs. It was my first year in the playoffs and I had no experience coming into the game, but my coach had confidence that I would do a good job. It was a close game and the ball was in my hands to make the final shot, so I crossed to the left and I got a good wide open look, but I missed. To bring my confidence back up for next year my coach gave me words of encouragement.