My First Day Research Paper

June 17th, 2016 was my first day officially playing high school sports. It was eight in the morning and I was walking onto the green turf field. The sun was shining down so bright it reflected off the fake grass, penetrating my eyes if I were to look in the right spot. I was about to start my freshman soccer season and I was scared out of my mind! As I stepped on to the field in my new Nike orange and grey cleats I felt both alive and ready as well as scared and stressed. This was my first time on a soccer team in 5 years, I had no clue what to expect. Minute after minute of doing passing, shooting, dribbling, and defensive drills I got more and more frustrated. As ten o’clock rolled around, and our first practice came to an end, I realized

This was the camp I went to as a kid! I was overjoyed and way to excited for my own good. I made my way to camp, nervous but excited. It was the happiest two weeks of my life! When it came to an end I was heartbroken. I sat on my Grandma’s couch, awaiting the next day when I would leave for home. I began to scroll through instagram, looking at all of the fun things my friends have been doing, when I received a call from the camp director, and my boss, Bub, he asked me to stay another two weeks! By this time I was set on playing soccer and practice was starting up the same week the next session started, but camp was the most amazing experience of my whole life. After lots of thought and prayer I decided to stay at camp. My coach was not happy with the idea and his solution was not one I agreed with so I quit soccer for good.

After another memorable two weeks at camp I came home, unsure what I was going to do now. I needed something to keep me in shape for basketball in the winter, but volleyball wasn’t going to cut it and I would get crushed playing football. My last option was cross country. My dad was all for it, he loves running, and my mom thought it would be a good idea too. To me the idea sounded slightly insane. I hated running with all my heart and the prior year when a lot of the guys in my

I had butterflies in my stomach. I still thought I was going to be terrible, the worst on our team. We all got on the starting line for the race to start and I felt like I was going to throw up. The gun blew and the herd of girls began stampeding around the track. I was stuck between a group of girls and couldn’t run to my full potential so I broke free from the herd and made my way to the outer edges of the track where there were less girls running. I began to creep up in numbers as we passed the tennis courts, onto the concrete. The sound of spikes from those of the fellow runners pierced my ears but quickly died as we hit the grass of the baseball and soccer fields. I had a steady pace going and couldn’t seem to find any of the girls from my team around me. I looked up ahead as the boys were scattered across the field cheering me on. After zig zagging all over the field we headed back onto the concrete, passed the tennis courts, and onto the track for our last lap. I began gaining speed, passing two girls. I entered the cones stretched across the field marking the last 100 meter stretch. I put in everything I had left and ran as fast as I could. I passed one, two, three, ten girls! My name was being yelled from every direction as the boys ran in to see the finish. I finished my 3k in 15:08 and placed 38th out of 200 girls. I walked to the end of the fence and saw Jordan, Lucas, and Hunter. They ran up to me and yelled “LET’S GO