As my tense muscles spring into action, the race starts with hordes of people crowded around cheering. But you don’t notice all the people as you start a race, when you start a race all you can think is……. “This is gonna suck”. And why wouldn’t it? Most people when they start a race, that’s what goes through their head along with how much they wish they weren't doing this. This has to be true for all but the varsity runners who are looking to win. But for junior varsity runners it was “I just don’t want to throw up at the finnish”. That was my mentality going into every race, but when you got to the end every time it was an feeling of accomplishment. When I started high school I was more nervous than one can even imagine, even if I looked ready for school on the outside I …show more content…
I would sing this in my head the whole race and that kept me going. I don’t know why this started but ever sense then when i'm tired and don't think I can go on I just humm that song and it helps just enough where i don't walk.
I ended up sticking with the public school and cross country for those four years enjoying them more than one would admit. I soon enough came to senior year and all I wanted to do was leave though. I wanted to go to college, try some new things out and meet new people. All I had to do was finish this year up and it would be behind me.
As I started my last year in cross country, I was ready for it to be over as soon as it started. Soon enough I was finally at my last race. This is the end, what I have been running for all these years, the final finish line. As we lined up all the familiar feelings started coming back, nervousness, dread, anticipation, but this time there was also
The morning has came it’s race day your heart is pumping you are ready for the announcer to say 10 seconds!!!!!You are talking to your friends before the race and the
at a race, we want to be the “Go!” that gets people running for life. At New York Road Runners,
When the cross country season started in August I became a mentor for the new runners. I was still a runner but now I was doing my running through my peers. During each practice I would lead everyone in stretching and would follow with encouragement on my bike during runs. The freshman looked up to me as if I were an assistant coach and I knew I had done the right thing in being there every day for
that you are not going to make it to the finish, but at the same time the
Growing up, I played just about every sport our small town provided: soccer, basketball, baseball, football, boxing, golf, you name it. There was only one sport that I had yet to embark upon: running; however, during my seventh grade year, I decided to try it out, and it ended up being a great decision. From the beginning, the one thing that drew me in was the atmosphere. All of the older runners on the team really embraced us younger runners, despite our youth and immaturity. As a seventh grade kid not really knowing what to expect participating in a varsity sport, this gesture really meant a lot, and it is one of the main reasons that I fell in love with the sport. I stayed with this sport throughout my high school career, and now that I am older, I have the opportunity of being on the other side of the spectrum. My teammates and I love having the middle school kids on the team, and I try my best to ensure that they have a similar experience to the one I had just five short years ago.
This will prove to be especially important as I move on to college, and as I embark on my journey of being a student athlete at the University of Nevada Reno. I know that being a student athlete will be challenging in the sense that I will have so many obligations and so little time; however, this mentality will further help me achieve my goals both athletically and academically, as I refuse to settle for anything less that what I am capable of achieving. I know that at times it will be tough, but I also know that quitting is not an option. If I were to stop in the middle of a race right when it got tough, I would never be able to experience the triumph of finishing. In the end, the glory of the fight is one of the most rewarding elements of
I was so excited to start my new journey in school. I knew that being involved in a sport was going to help me become more confident. Running has taught me how to achieve my goals, be tough; both physically and mentally, and appreciate life. The first week of cross country was difficult.
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.
It was an escape for me. An outlet for a day's stress. A hermitage for my introverted self to hide in. The other runners would go out with their friends and talk about the last football game or how terrible a teacher was making their life. Meanwhile, I was out there running by myself, taking all the sights, sounds, and smells of the outdoors.
I stormed away thinking she is so annoying... she always gets what she wants... I want to go see them finish the marathon. My sister was sleepy, so I wouldn’t get to go to the marathon. She is doing this on purpose I thought. I sat down on the living room coach irated at Maya. Why did her being tired stop me from seeing the 2013 Boston Marathon, It was just unfair. I watched in envy at the kids handing out water, and the people cheering for their favorite runners. It wasn’t about watching it on T.V, it was about the experience. My sister was only six, so it was understandable but I really wanted to go.
My most meaningful accomplishment was making it through my first year of high school. However, it wasn’t the schooling that proved difficult. It wasn’t a social anxiety problem or having to eat the cardboard they served for lunch daily. It was the running. Literally running. My school had joined the state initiative to make sure that every student completed at least one year of an athletic program before graduation. Yet, I failed to think of a sport where being underweight and lanky helped at all. So I ran track, specifically the 1600 meter race thinking, “What the hell at least if I collapse it won’t be because I got tackled by Ray Lewis’s cousin right?” I remember always walking up to the starting line with my heart in my throat and the track
I dip my toes in—feels cold. My nerves rise up and spread like fire throughout my body while I watch—while I wait. Stomach hurts. All those butterflies clash and crowd. They come every time that I race—it never fails. There is so much noise—the splash of water, talking, yelling, whistling, cheering.
Going into the first race we had not expected much since Susan and I had never run this type of race. There were so many crucial things that we had to remember. It wasn't just to get out of the blocks and burn up the track; there was a baton involved, a certain amount of steps to take, and even a certain way to hold the baton.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.