It was a blazing summer’s day. There were many different races at this competition but they were all three legged relay races. It was time for the first race. The teams were many and all of them, save one, had a common foe - Team Human. Team human had four pairs of runners like all the other teams. The other teams were Team Hate, Team Failure, Team Stereotype and Prejudice, Team Envy and Jealousy, Team Conceit and Pride, and the list could go on and on. Their goal was to slow Human down by serving as obstacles in their lane. The first pair of runners were Black and White. They both held batons in their hands. The gun started and all the other teams started. Black and White just fell to the ground and glared at each other. They just couldn’t stand up. All of a sudden a pair from Hate blocked their lane. A runner whispered something into White’s ear “You hate Black.” White believed it and glared at Black. The other runner told Black “You hate White.” Like White Black believed it and glared at White. Neither of them talked to each other. They wanted to win without each other, in fact ...
They race against themselves: to conquer their wills, to transcend their weaknesses, to beat back their nightmares" (603). This quotation shows that running is not always competition, but it helps runners overcome their
Wind howling, heavy breathing, spikes clicking on the ground, coach’s yelling. The most intense race of the season. The wind was very powerful for this course on the Tell City Country Club through these enormous green hills of the golf course. Dead grass and brown leaves were blowing nonstop. All nine of the schools slowly started walking up to the starting line. Everyone was looking at each other while representing their own school with showing their school color off with pride. There were three teams total that knew that would be an extremely close score. My team and I stood in our red jerseys knowing that we were going to be the ones to win. I could feel the jitters going through my body. Boom!(personification) The gun went off. Nothing
“A race is like a work of art that people can look at and be affected by in as many ways as they’re capable of understanding.”(70) Here the author quotes Steve Prefontaine, and in this quote it explains that humans can enjoy and appreciate running with there minds and feeling, unlike animals. “I’m moved by others dreams and by their devotion and courage in the pursuit of excellence. I get choked up when I see a kid or anyone else, fighting against hopeless odds. Someone who goes out there to run the lonely roads with a dream in the heart, a gleam in the eye, and a goal in mind.”(74) Then, later on the author concludes that completing a race is not about having a fit and healthy body, but a dream, an “antelope”, or a goal in mind. To back that up, is the mental courage to fight for your dream, your
The central characters in The Amazing Race are the twelve teams of two competing against each other completing unusual tasks, which they may or may not be accustomed to. These ordinary people have a preexisting relationship with each other prior to the show. The preexisting relationship helps, because when the teams are competin...
Standing at the starting line of the race there are hundreds of other runners that surround me. As my eyes search the mass of people and I can clearly see how each one of these runners differ from the others. Some of the most distinguishable in the crowd are the Overly Dedicated, the Average Runner, and the #runner. All of these types help to create the great diversity of runners with their distinctive qualities and their imaginative views towards the running world. Starting with the most fanatical of the bunch the Overly Dedicated comes into play.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
“SET,†The starter exclaims as our 4x400 team and all the others wait in anticipation; the whole stadium is in absolute silence. Then, BANG, the starting pistol has goes off. The battle for the fastest 4x400 time in Arkansas has began. Bentonville High School’s team is composed of: Senior Billy Horton, Senior Harrison Shewmaker, Freshman Devin Dougherty, and myself. (I was a sophomore at the time.) This was my first time being on this relay team and I was petrified of letting my team down, especially on this big of a stage; the State Championship. I begin thinking of all the hard work I had put in to get here, all the hours, all the sweat. As I await the bouton to run my leg in the race I have a flashback to all the events leading up to this race, the things that got me here.
The film is based on a true story of a new football team that is promptly racially integrated. Throughout the film we see significant conflicts largely stemming from racial prejudice ranging from actual teammates, townsfolks, to even opposing teams/referees. As the film progresses we see the team evolve together overcoming their own demon’s and gradually start rallying support from everybody on the outside.
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
“Tricia, remember that it doesn’t matter how you run, but make sure to beat the girl in front of you.” Coach Sam commands with a competitive gleam in her eye. I look down and my legs are shaking like it’s my first cross-country race, and I haven’t run dozens of them before. The competitive aspect of running is what I hate most; it’s been a long time since I’ve run just for fun. Every race makes me feel emptier inside as the competition increases, and lately I’ve even been thinking about quitting the team.
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.
When Jesse was 15 years old, in a friendly 100m run competition, Coach Riley timed his running at 11 seconds. Coach Riley was so impressed because he had never seen a 15 year old run 100m in that time. One day, Riley picked up Jesse and took him to go watch thoroughbreds race. Riley thought the horses were the purest of runners, not like humans which were burdened by human flaws such us egotism and vanity. Ri...
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts
The Varsity group was supposed to run 5 miles, the Junior Varsity group was supposed to run 4 miles, and I, along with the rest of my group, was supposed to run a measly 2 miles. Because my group was so slow and inexperienced, everyone had to walk at least once during the run. I didn’t give up so easily. I ran at a relatively easy pace as I thought about how I could prove my coach wrong. As I ran, I felt the air blow against both my face and my body. I saw cars going back and forth on the road, and bikers pedaling along the path smoothly. I smelled the fresh air that was laced with the smell of my sweat, which had developed due to the heat. I heard my soft, even breaths and my pounding feet hitting the gravel path. Before I knew it, I was ahead of everyone else in my group. Then it hit me. “Maybe this is it,” I thought. “This is how I can make the coach reconsider her decision. I can run faster than everyone else, and then she’ll see that I’m not what she thought I was.” This simple verdict made me push my legs to run even faster, as I was elated to prove my coach wrong. I kept