Looking at the 1.5 mile length of asphalt, the track was awaiting the roar of the cars racing inches from each other and the speed that shall come. I couldn’t wait tell race day was here at Texas Motor Speedway. We drove up to the bare camping grounds, all that was there were the few campers that have been waiting for the cars to hit the track. We would always be camping in the camper camping spots because of the possibility of really drunk neighbours. Plus the RV’s and Campers would block some of the wind from blowing on our tent. Once we got our spot, we started to set up camp. It started with the tents, then the canopy, and then the other random things. The thing that took the most time was the stakes. Without those our tent would fly away, and that would be the last thing we would want. After the setup we all ate a good breakfast then headed to the track. When heading to the track we listen to a sort of introduction to the track. Even though we have been here before we still listen to …show more content…
Looking down to see what it was I said, “It was a screw and it hit me.” Which was pretty cool that happen. Then later when the race started my mom came back to watch. My favorite driver wasn’t racing, but at least his number was driving. I decided to pull for Tyler Reddick for that race. He wasn’t being that impressive the race but at least he was being constance the race. The race was around a let down, but was entertaining. The second morning I had another weird feeling in my stomach, but this time I didn’t have to throw up as soon I woke up. It took about 30 minutes until I had to diarrhea again, but this time the port-a-potty wasn’t clean. That is the worst time I have ever had. Once I got back to the camp breakfast was made. It was good but it was hard to enjoy it since I was sick. I would get eat some Papa John's later so that would help me. At the same time I got a free bobble head. Which was the second addition to my
I have always loved sports and the competitiveness that comes along with them. In so doing, I have decided to eventually become either a high school or college coach at some point in my life. Subsequently, I decided to interview the Vilonia High School Cross Country Coach, Coach Sisson. As I walked into her office, I instantly noticed all of the trophies and team photos from all of the past years of coaching. She is also the school nurse so her office has first aid equipment intermingled into the trophies and team pictures. While I set up my notes and questions for the interview on one of the desks in her office, she was finishing up a diagnosis of one of the high school students who felt sick. After her patient left, I quickly started the interview in order to waste no time. She began with how she got involved in coaching. The Vilonia School District expressed their interest to her as being the next cross country coach several years ago. She was widely known for her passion for running and she gratefully accepted the position and has been a coach for numerous years now.
I am now officially in my Senior year of Cross Country , and am close to the end of my season. My first race of this year though was a big accomplishment for me, because I hadn`t been able to run. When I ran that race though it made me just so happy I was able to finish it, I was`nt happy with the time, but there is always time for improvement. I was glad to be racing again and being apart of the team again. I believe that my injuries were a barrier in my way, but they did not stop my sports career.
I woke up at six to shower and eat breakfast. We were out the door and 6:30 and off to Ashland, Nebraska. We had the hammer down only stopping in Ashland to grab three Red Bulls apiece. We chugged our energy drinks while driving a couple miles out of town to the raceway hoping to get awaken by the rush of the sugar. We parked our truck by our buddy Jacob after getting signed in and paying our entry fees. We made fun of Jacob for awhile for being such a die hard and having to be one of the first ones at the track. Setting up our canopy and unloading our bikes took about 5 minutes because we wanted to hurry up and walk the track. The track was a freaking mud pit. They had overwatered it. I was hoping that it would stay a little muddier after practice until the moto’s because I could out ride three-fourths of the guys in my class in the mud. After the track walk we all walked back to our trucks and got our gear on. The C riders were first to practice. The first kid to start up his bike just revved the piss out of it not letting it warm up like it should. We started shaking our heads because our dads taught us to respect your things and not mistreat them. Leaving our little camp
Sports are not for everyone. I tried a variety of sports throughout my childhood but I was never really athlete material. I am as slow as a turtle and I have little to no hand-eye coordination, but I gave each sport a try. It was truly a shock when I decided to run cross-country since I had no speed whatsoever.
On wednesday we left for outdoor ed. We loaded the buses and left. When we arrived we had a hike into skycroft. Once we arrived we had lunch. After lunch we got into our cabins and then meet at the black top. We had our first activity. My group he snakes went on the history hike. Then we came back and had dinner. After dinner we had a short rotation including five rotations. Then we had cabin time and went to bed. On Thursday we woke up and went to breakfast. After breakfast we had to activities. There was a fire close by so we all had to go to the gym. Once that was over we had lunch and dinner. Then there was a concert and it was fun. After the concert we had cabin time and went to bed. On Friday we woke up and ate breakfast. Then we had
I approach the rugged mountain, shielding my body from the nasty frost nipping at my exposed skin. The sun ever so lightly peeks over the horizon as I strap on my skis, lightly dusted with a thin layer of fresh snow. Although my body shivers unceasingly, I feel comforted by the surges of adrenaline pumping through my body. I skate briskly toward the ski lift to secure my place as the first person in line. On the slippery leather seats of the lift my mind races, contemplating the many combinations of runs I can chain together before I reach the bottom of the hill. I arrive at the peak of the mountain and begin building up speed. Floating on the soft snow, weaving through the trees and soaring over rocks, I feel as if I am flying. The rush of adrenaline excites me. I feed on it. I thrive on it. I am ski; I live for speed; I am an evolving technique and I hold a firm edge.
everything and we set the chairs up and got the snacks out and the drinks. So when we got done
I don’t remember what day it was, but I do remember going to Band Camp early summer in 2016. I had just finished 6th grade. I was so excited for Band Camp. Everyone made it sound like so much fun. My aunt decided to take me because everyone else was busy. When we arrived, there were a lot of people in line. The line was almost going outside. There were two dorm buildings, one for girls and one for guys. I obviously went over to the girls one. My aunt and I got me signed in and I went a t-shirt, which I still have. We brought all my stuff up to my room and got everything set up. The first night went smoothly. We went over all the rules that night and I went to bed at 10:30. First night over with.
I make sure to wash my bike, make sure everything is working properly, and that it is spotless clean. I also make sure to get my clothes ready for when they call me up to the podium and go to sleep extra early because I know I have a very important day the next morning. It is finally race day! “This is where all my hard work pays off” I think to myself. On the way over there I am listening to my favorite music and I am feeling really good! I have not even started the race yet and I feel like I have already won it. I am warming up until they call my category up to the line that’s when I start to get butterflies in my stomach. The countdown started and we took off. The pace was nice and steady, in some parts we really pushed it, but I was able to hold on and maintain the pace. Cycling is all about strategy and working with your team, so that is exactly what I did. We played it smart so none of us will fall behind. The closer we are getting to the finish line, the more confident I feel. I still have plenty of energy for the sprint and in my mind no one can beat me. The last miles mainly consist of long hills, but with the right technique that’s no problem. Five more miles toward the finish line when it happen… I got a flat. I could not believe it, I felt the bike slowing down and in my head I was think “please don’t be a flat, please don’t be a flat.” When I turn and check I slightly had any air left. I quickly got down and looked for help but no
arrived we would just throw our bikes down and run like little rabbits down to
August 22, 2015, a day to be forever marked with blood, sweat, tears, but most importantly, triumph. That day was race day. The day when all my hours of grueling training would face the ultimate challenge. The day where I would be able to identify myself as a runner. There’s only one problem with that—I’m not a runner; I’m a tennis player.
and waited for my turn to race. Little did I know that my first race would end up in disaster, a blown engine. All of the hard work and dedication. towards my car seemed to be a futile effort because of the bad results. & nbsp;   ; After we pushed my car back to the pit area, we took apart the engine, looking for the problem. I immediately found it to be a bent cam.
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 finished that race and it would not be the last race I would
" I can do it… I can …" I kept repeating this line over and over again