In the middle of the track I see everything from the viewpoint. To the north I can see the pasture field. A trail run though the pasture field that cross country runner take during their practices. Every day I see them run no matter what the weather condition is, if it raining ice block they will continue running. Keeping looking up I see a road with two story houses, one house is white with a clean lawn the other red with overgrown weed, which sit at the end of the road. Beyond that is trees and grassland the definition of country. To the east I see gravel road till you hit grass. The practice field that the football player used to practice. Next to the practice field is the tennis court a rectangle court with fences like the border fence. …show more content…
When I first step on the track an injection of adrenaline is pumping thought out my body. The rush of competition always at your heel. My heart pounding to escape from my chest. Everything moving slow motion and a tunnel vision. Eventually my adrenaline come to an end because either I won or lost the race. When I win a race I am proud, happy, and determined. First emotion I feel is proud that I lived up to my coaches’ expectation and proud that I made my parent happy. I also feel determined to keep practicing and keeping beating my time and happy knowing that I am the best in my event. Most of all, happy that I achieved something in my life. But in track nothing is set in stone. When I lose a race I feel guilty, miserable, and most of all useless. I feel guilty because I let down my teammate, my coaches, and my parent. I could never look directing at their eye after a lost race. I also feel Miserable knowing that I fail to win the race because if I should of push myself to 120 percent and useless is what I feel after losing a race. I feel as though I just take up space in the bus and nobody notice me as if I am a ghost. Track has always been a crazy ride to get on it has it up and down. Jesse Jackson said “If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds” (Jackson 1). That no matter what the outcome, never quit, always look forward
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
Living things have many different emotions, and because of that, they can react to the same situation in myriad ways. Garth Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain follows a family of three and their beloved dog on an adventure that involves love, grief, happiness, and death. Enzo is adopted by Denny when he is just a puppy, and observes as Denny’s family grows, along with his bliss. Nevertheless, this does not last when it is discovered that Denny’s wife, Eve has cancer and she soon after dies. Because of Eve’s death and some of the many other events in the characters’ lives, the characters in The Art of Racing in the Rain are all realistic and have many varieties of traits.
The Character that stood out to me the most in “The Art of Racing in the Rain” is Enzo the dog. The whole story is narrated by Enzo. Enzo is a dying dog but he is a thoughtful spirited dog who lives with a family that loves him. He has a knowledge of a human. Even though Enzo is dying he is ready to die because his ultimate destination is to be reincarnated as a human. While I was reading the story I could tell how much passion Enzo towards Denny. He wants the best for Denny. They do everything together, he would help Denny with his racing, and he has a lot of support to Denny.
A Mark IV Toyota Supra and Chevy Camaro SS pull up at a red light on a lonesome stretch of flat road amongst a dimming blue sky; the drivers nod at one another, rev the engines, and jam the accelerator pedals. When two drivers try to outrace each other on public streets, automobile driving makes a turn into the illegal form of motor racing known as street racing. Several possible causes to this aggressive street driving include a recent release of movies that inspire racing by the desire to fulfill the adrenaline rush raging in young people, the overall convenience of street racing, and most importantly, a way for teenagers to achieve nobility status in a short a time.
Cross country and track to an outsider, they can only be seen as running. Well, to a student of the sport they are both so much more. Runners are gathered to both, but there are plenty of variations between the two. Although I love both of these sports, if I had to side with one, I would choose track. These can commonly be seen in training, races, and people.
When I crossed the line I had decided that was the hardest and most painful race I had ever ran. Never had the pain gotten that bad, but that made me a little proud because I knew that I had tried my hardest. Brandon placed 2nd and ran as amazingly fast as he always had. Austin made a huge improvement in time and placed 12th. Sean did not do as well as expected but placed 25th. I myself placed 48th, which wasn’t awful. My time was decent. Justin tanked and he placed 56th. 56th wasn’t bad, but was expected to be much faster than me. Coach was a bit disappointed when we finished because based off of what he saw it did not look like we made it out. While we were back at “camp”, Sean pulled up the results on their phone.
As most athletes, who are dedicated to their sport, practice harder than athletes who just play sports for fun. However, there are disappointments in the sport. Many in which involve record holders (mostly in individual sports). Or some in which involve how state standings and/or championships are viewed. As stated by A.E. Housman, “The time you won your town the race we chaired you through the marketplace; man and boy stood cheering by, and home we brought you shoulder-high.” (Prentice Hall Literature [page 1092 lines 1-4]). As newer generations come into the sport, some are born with a gift unimaginable with great potential, people who set the school/state record cause a sadness in the record holder from the past.
The course is weird, it’s a two lap which is good. This means you know exactly what the second half of the race was going to be like. Me as the 4th runner, and the 3 and 5 guys, went single file for a good ⅜ ofa mile and we were zooming around corners. during the back half of the race, I was really close to medaling. I went as fast as I could, I had no idea how fast the race had been, I thought when I saw the teens clicking by it was a 19:teens but I got closer and it was 18:17 I was astounded and straight out of breath. That race we were 4 points behind the 2nd place team, and they were in our district. That set us up for a good week and effort during practice because if we had a race at the district race, we were going to make it as a team to state,which is the goal all season long. I was not feeling great that week and I thought it was going to be like my first xc race finishing with a 16:02 time for 2.x miles and a lot of girls beating me. The morning of race day, I felt like crap, but the bus ride nap to maryville made me feel fine and ready to secure a spot to state. There was a lot of scepticism from the seniors, who were facing their last
The 100 meter dash was left as the last event, and was exclusive to the runners who had achieved the fastest times from each of the previous events. Upon hearing this information, I immediately became worried that I had not even qualified for the last race of the season, and felt instantly defeated. To my surprise, I had managed to qualify, but was placed in the slowest heat. If I managed to win this heat, I would be moved to the final race overall that would determine the medal winners. I managed achieve second place in my heat, preventing me from qualifying for the final race. I felt extremely disappointed with myself, and knew that I had failed my team and myself overall. Due to my overconfidence from the start of the season, I had not achieved any of the goals I had set for myself and had not received a medal either. For these reasons, I consider my first year of high school track and field as a
As the season progressed, competition started getting fiercer. I was up against girls running at a 5A level, yet, I was able to hold my own. Finally there came a tiny light at the end of the tunnel; it seemed as though I was getting closer and closer to accomplishing my goal. Along with my undefeated title came a huge target painted on my back. I religiously checked "Rocky Preps" every day to see if the competition was gaining on me. It seemed that every time I had improved, there was someone right behind me, running their personal best too. I trained during the weeks before regionals like I had never trained before. Each day my stomach became more twisted with knots that looped around every part of my stomach. I don't think I had ever been that nervous in my whole life.
The moment of truth was upon me. The official times, this includes whom qualified for finals, for the 400m relay had been posted. My eyes scanned the page for the bold letters that spell ANDERSON. As I ran my finger across the page to where the times were posted, my ears began to shut out all outside noises, leaving me alone with the thump of my heart and the inhale and exhale of my lungs. Both began to increase in speed as my eyes narrowed in on the time.
I love to run hurdles, but unfortunately last year, little pulls and strains prevented me from running to my full potential. One Thursday, we had a home track meet against Lake Stevens. For the first time I was in pretty good shape for my race, the 100-meter hurdles. I began jumping up and down partially to stay warm, and partially to let out some of my excitement. By this time, I had butterflies in my stomach and the adrenaline was pumping. The starter asked us to 'Take your sweats off and stand behind your blocks.' 'Runners take your marks.' Hands shaking, I crouched into the starting blocks. The gun was up. 'Set!' 'Bang!' I bolted out of the blocks. I was way ahead of the other girls when suddenly, I realized I didn't have enough speed to carry me over the next hurdle. Gathering all of the strength I could, I grabbed at the air in hopes of guaranteeing clearance. I had just brushed over the wood when my foot hit the ground and my ankle gave out. I fell. I heard a gasp from the crowd and the other racers' feet pounding past me. I got back up. I had never gone over a hurdle with my right leg first, but I did after that fall. Sprinting as fast as I could in between hurdles, I found myself basically bunny hopping over the rest of them. My goal was to cross that finish line and to be able to say that I did the very best that I could, even if I didn't look very graceful along the way. Although it might have seemed like a bad day, I was proud. It was the first time I had ever fallen in a race, and not only did I get back up and keep running, I managed to place second.
Horseback riding is not an activity most people think of, but it is a great escape for some people. Horseback riding is not just saddling up and riding, people have to have a passion for horses and riding. Some things to keep in mind when riding is balance and knowledge on how to keep the horse under control. People can be told how to ride, but each person will have to find a style that works for them. When riding a horse the concept of time, destination and worries do not exist.
Running hurdles has proved to be one of my greatest passions in life. I love the fear, unpredictability, and brief feeling of flying over the hurdles, just barely hovering over the top of each one. Most importantly, I am infatuated with the feeling after each race: my heart beating intensely in my chest and the feeling of relief and accomplishment washing over me. Although I cannot say running hurdles has been the greatest adversity I have faced in life, I have found that my life has always been like a race, running from one hurdle to the next, always having to figure out how to get up after each fall or to overcome each obstacle in front of me.