When I hear the word track I get so excited because I know it is something that i’m good at, something I can prove myself to be the best at, a place where I don’t have to think or feel pressured to be the best all the time. For me, track is a place where I can escape and become something other than just another student or athlete. Track has changed my life for the better. My story starts in the 7th grade, when I was the best basketball player on the 7th grade girls basketball team for Brainerd. I was always used to be the best at basketball because I was tall, strong, and not afraid to take chances. In 7th grade I had been playing basketball for 11 years. One day after my brother and I got home from school he asked me if I wanted to try throwing the discus. I told him …show more content…
She said quitters never prosper, I told her that I will prosper because I have track and that is my future not something that is constantly hurting me. So I quit and focused all my time on school and track. My grades improved and so did my life. 9th grade I threw well but not the best I could have. Then 10th grade year came and so did track. I was so excited because I got to be in track and I didn’t have to be in basketball. I was so happy going into track 10th grade year because track is all i had to focus on. My life changed that year because everyday I went to track I was getting more happy and more excited each day I went to practice. That year I made huge strides in discus got over 100 feet, got all conference, and went to state. I didn’t throw well at state, I was so nervous that I kept falling out of the ring. I was so disappointed in myself that I cried for 2-3 weeks after state. I wanted to give up because I knew I would never be good enough to be able to make it to state again, but there was someone in my life that made me believe in myself more than anyone. My best friend Nicole told me that if I give up my mom is
In the world of high school running, there are two types of runners: cross country runners and track runners. I am both, as I have been in cross country since seventh grade and track since first grade. I know how it feels to train and compete in both, and I have come to a conclusion that track & field is way better than cross country.
“Success isn’t given. It is earned. On the track, on the field, in the gym. With blood, sweat, and the occasional tear”. Track and Field is one of the oldest sports invented. Track involved athletes competing in numerous events against one another to see who’s the best. With track and field comes misconceptions of the sport, which leads to people making stereotypes for the track athletes. A stereotype is a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing. A misconception is a view or opinion that is incorrect because it is based on faulty thinking or understanding. Many people have misconceptions of track and field, because many don’t see it as a sport, or believe it is just running. Once someone brings up
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.
When I was eleven years old I made a decision that changed my life forever. Ever since I was three years old I did gymnastics and I loved it. My dream was to become really good and win the olympics and become a world medalist. But this dream quickly was changed. After my eleventh birthday, I was starting to realize I didn 't want to do gymnastics anymore. I told my mom and she was heartbroken but let me do what I wanted, so I quit. Once I quit I decided I wanted to try something else, cheerleading. My mom was thrilled and found a allstar gym in sumner called React.. She emailed the coach but I already missed tryouts. The coach said I could come to practice and see if they needed me and if I would like it. I instantly fell in love and wanted to join. The coach liked me and loved that I could tumble. I made the team that night and my life hasn 't been the same since.
My sophomore year had begun and I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to do track this year. Last year I played football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Not really enjoying it, the decision was made to play " real futbol" (soccer) in the fall, leaving the spring sports season open. My friend kept telling me how fun track was, so I decided to give it a try.
I was a very talented, left-handed pitcher and could have gone very far in baseball. My mom hated the idea of me not playing baseball because of my talent so they pushed back and told me that I shouldn’t and should at least finish the season. I respected my parents and hated making them upset so I did just that, I pushed through till the end of the season dreading it more and more every day. 7th grade was now over and the season had ended, but practices for the next were already beginning so I approached my parents once again. This time they got my coach to talk to me and ask me to keep going for another season. Once again I was pressured into playing. About half way through the season I had had enough of playing for good. I told my parents that I was done and didn’t want to play anymore and that was my final decision. It made my mom so upset but after a while she accepted it and forgave me. I learned through this experience that I should never let other people pressure me into doing something I don’t enjoy just because I’m scared of what they’ll think of me. Having quit baseball, I’ve moved on to doing theater and absolutely love it! I now try to keep that lesson in my head every day, to do what I enjoy and what makes me a better
Track is a sport that is shadowed by the likes of football and basketball, but is definitely a crowd-pleaser at the Summer Olympics every four years. Yet track begins at the youth level and expands beyond high school and college. Even though it is not the most popular sport in America, it has made an impact on our culture and our lives.
If anyone has ever ran Track and Field then they will know truly how strange of a sport it is. The whole goal of the sport is to see how fast you can run in a circle, how high you can jump or how far you can throw. Compared to other other sports it’s really simple and looks boring, but its is this simplicity that I think makes it so appealing. The basis of Track is how far you can push the human body with the three basic things it does run, jump, and throw. Track and Field is not a team sport everyone competes in their own events; with this you a divide in the type of people.
As I reflect on this topic, I think about how the path my life took must be nothing compared to the person sitting next me in my government class. I often wonder if the path they dreamed about growing up changed as much as mine did. Have they had to experience the adversities in life that I have had to? While everyone has his or her own unique trials and tribulations, I realize everything I’ve been through has helped shape me into the person I am today.
They helped make track a memorable sport I could never forget, I also have to thank my parents as well for always supporting me in anyway possible, trying to make every meet and bringing me to the school so I could get extra practice in and always pushing me to do my best because they knew I had it in me. Although track was my favorite sport, I very much enjoyed playing basketball, it’s always a good thing to do more than one sport to change it up and to use different muscle groups so your not always using the same ones. Basketball is also a fun sport to play especially when you are surrounded with great teammates and coaches who always support you and pick you up when you’re down. I’ve had an amazing experience with all my sports, but the best one I will always be proud of is hitting my personal best in Triple Jump allowing me to qualify in important meets as a Sophomore hitting 32 feet 8 inches, I was so proud of myself as well as my coaches. It was a great day for me
"Come on mommy," my children shouted with glee as they danced to the music blaring from the stereo. I clasped both their hands as we circled around the front room. We danced past their bedtime and once they'd fallen asleep, I found myself sticking the tape back in and listening again. As the keyboard player in a country-rock band, our drummer had given me a tape of original songs that his friend David, whom everyone called "DB," had recorded, hoping that some of his hot keyboard/piano licks might rub off on me. While I did pick up several tips, this musician's playing far exceeded my capabilities.
When I was four, I received my first Fisher Price basketball court. The court was in my house and the basket was only five feet tall. My parents placed it in the living room since it was the only room in the house without carpet. I practiced shooting every day. I would wear my father’s sneakers and imitate basketball moves that I had seen on T.V. At that age, I did not yet have any self-awareness about my potential for the sport, but my father knew it was very likely to become a passion. By the age of five, my father was taking me out to the park with a basketball and I can actually remember the day I made my first basket. After that, I went on to play in basketball leagues, as well as work out with my father in gyms every night. Those were the best of times.
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
When I was about seven years old my dad wanted me to go out for basketball so I tried out, he is one of the most athletic people I know. Well ever since he had me go out for basketball I have been doing sports then when I want to give up when I can’t make that perfect lay up or when I can’t make that perfect over hand serve he will sit there and help me do it till I get it done and done right. My dad also taught me how to play half my spor...