I have not done very many activities over the summer. My parents just bought a lake house a few days before Memorial Day, so we spent all summer out there. While we were out there I thought I might as well benefit myself by trying a new water sport. I really didn’t want to, but my mom made me learn how to water ski. A few days after school was out, I decided to take my friend Cade out to the lake house with us. Once we got there we decided that we both wanted to learn how to ski. My dad had to work so my mom took us out on a weekday so that it wouldn't be busy at all. That means the water would be nice and smooth, almost like glass. We got the boat ready and took it out to one of the calmest spots on the lake. Then I went out first and couldn’t even get my skis on. It took me about 5 minutes but eventually I did and I got ready to take off. That was when it got really bad for me. …show more content…
Every time I would take off, I wouldn’t be able to hold on. I would either fall forward and face plant or I would lean to far and back flop. Eventually after that I just tried a few more times and still couldn’t get it. I then got so upset with myself that I decided to just quit. That led to me not trying for another week. After that week went by I decided just to try it one more time and see if I could get up and stay up for more than 5
We walked between the two pools to a balcony on the other side fenced off with a rotted garden covered in snow and a leaf blower. My coach laughed when a guy followed us out and used the leaf blower to blow off the snow. You could hear the beeps and buzzes as well as the loud windy sound from the blower and chilly wind itself. Thirty degrees with wind standing outside in a swimsuit and thin sweats like normal was not my idea of fun, but when the guy turned on the heated matts we were standing on I didn't mind as much.
The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
The Chaffey Water Polo team went to a school named Shadow Hill to go into the finals for the C.I.F. competitions. We had worked hard to get that far and the team, including our coach , Coach Carlos, were stressed. I was a bit pardoned by anxiety, because I wasn't on the varsity team and also, I wasn't playing. I was on junior varsity and my fellow teammates and I, were just merely supporting our varsity team during the games, the only cause for us to enter the pool would have to be that a player had a freak accident and injured himself , forcing anyone on junior varsity to play with varsity in the competition. So on the day we went to Shadow Hills, we really were stressed, I could almost smell the anxiety irradiating off the team. When we got there, we did our normal routine , stretch for minutes, warm up for 45 , and relax and try to calm our butterflies till the game started.
It was a day in early March about five years ago. We went to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We were staying for the long weekend. I had just started skiing and had gone to 2 ski lessons already. I was so excited to get to go on a real mountain just like my parents did every weekend as kids since they grew up in Wisconsin and Illinois. I thought about how I would be great at it and would be going on all these black diamonds. But, then I reality came through and I knew it would take practice. I was fascinated by the people sliding down the hill like it was as easy as walking to them. When could I go up the mountain.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
As Justin and Jacob walk into the gym, both very scared, yet anxious to be assigned their sport, they can hear the sweat dripping and trainers yelling. As they walk into the office of the picker they see and hear kids crying from getting a sport they do not want to play. They sit in the chairs in front of the picker as she is looking over their forms and asking questions about their life. Then finally they both get assigned waterpolo. A sport they were ok with but definitely not their first choice. As they are done with their training and in their rooms they go to sleep to prepare for the next day of training.
I have always been known to be the clumsy one in my family, with seven broken bones, but I did not expect that one day I could possibly affect someone else with my clumsy abilities, until now. My family was able to go on a beautiful vacation in Key West, during shark week. We all thought that it would be a great idea to go on a jet skiing tour around the island one day. The first half of the tour my sister drove us and it was a nice and smooth ride. Then, it was my turn to control the Jet Ski, which was our very first mistake. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a great driver, but I do like to go fast. So if you do the math, a bad driver who loves going fast and is very accident prone in the middle of the ocean, you can tell this equation
Before we went down, my mom told me that I had to listen to every word she instructed me to do. We started to head down the hill slowly by turning our skis to the inside making it look like a pizza shape. This allowed me to zigzag down the hill at a comfortable speed. I began off slowly and started to go faster by the middle of the hill. My mom kept telling me to slow down. I kept trying, but it wasn’t working. At that time, I was almost at the end of the hill; I still wasn’t slowing down. I started to panic! As soon as I got to the end, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop. So, I purposely fell; it hurt, although not as much as it would have if I had crashed into the net. A man who worked at the Asessippi Ski Resort saw me fall and decided to give me tips on how to ski. They were the exact same instructions my mom had given to
Photo five: My cross country uniform sticks out against the scenery. This photo brings a smile to my face as I remember all of the laughs I’ve had during cross country. This pieces strength results from the amount of heart I injected. I was able to add a specific story that helped support my ideas so it wasn’t just a proclamation.
I remembered watching a professional skier on television. He reached top speeds of about 25 miles an hour and I told my dad that I was interested in skiing. Our family relatives decided that we were going to do for winter break and we decided to take a trip to Utah. It was around a 5 hour drive and we finally arrived at a city called, “Brian Head.” My dad learned that there was a nearby ski resort and all of my cousins wants to go skiing. Our parents took us to the ski resort and decided to put us all in ski school. I thought that it would be easy because the professional skier made it look easy. My arrogance was an obstruction to my skiing experience because I thought that I didn’t need the instructor’s help. I continually
You can go skiing and tubing. Tubing is way better than skiing only because I can't ski. One time I was riding the tub that had a backrest with my cousin Ethan Sharpe; Ty Jones was driving the boat and Uel Turner was driving slow to make big waves so that we would hit them and get some air. We hit one of the waves and and went
I am in complete isolation hearing only the sound of my breathing and insects in the brush surrounding me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching from behind. A second later, the top boy on the cross country team runs past me verifying my fear of being the slowest runner. While every practice the high school girls run in a pack, this would remain a dream to me. Humiliated and disheartened, my summer was spent in a solitary trudge.
The Olympic Games are great events that bring the of the best athletes from every single country on Earth together, and if I was to participate in any sport for the United States, I would choose synchronized high dive. This sport requires accuracy and timing that I can only dream of, as I am not the most punctual, nor accurate on most things. I think that because the time and need for precision would be so important in such a big chunk of my life, I could bring it over to the other parts. Another reason I would participate in a sport that is so far off the ground is that I might find a place to think while plummeting into water at an alarming rate. High diving the closest thing to flying, and birds seem to have a stress free life, so I would
I was 8 years old and my dad was driving me to Cascade Mountain to go skiing for the first time. I couldn’t wait to get there and start skiing down the hill! “First, we have to go to the rental place to get your skis, boots, and poles and then we can start skiing,” my dad explained. We got to the rental place to try my ski boots on, but I realized that they were too tight on me. “They’re supposed to be tight so you don’t fall out of your boots.” my dad said. When I found boots that fit me, my dad found some poles that looked cool and he took my boots and poles to the workers and they started measuring the boots. Then, they found some skis for me and started sliding this thing on the skis to the right measurement and when they were done, they said we could start skiing.
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.