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Summary of track and field
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Summary of track and field
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Starting out at the Midland Empire Conference Championship, I remember we dropped the when we got there but still on the bus and ice went everywhere. It was stressful because only a few people helping unload the bus with all the crap that we brought because they were all visiting the bathroom after a lengthy bus drive to Chillicothe. I had heard the course wasn’t very hilly and I thought good, I might be able to hit a low 19 minute 5k, which could be a Personal Record. I never run good on week day meets because of having to go to school and then take a bus ride and run a fast time. When we finally got to walk the course, the first things we saw was this giant hill, and as soon as I saw it I was like, crap, no way for a PR, and I would have challenges on it. I didn’t …show more content…
know how the rest of the course was going to go, but it was pretty smooth sailing and was not the hardest we have seen before. The Varsity boys race was second, after Varsity girls. I always feel bad for the girls always being first because I don’t want to be them. I was getting warmed up and the girls race was going on and we were close to the finish and we cheered the first few people and we realised how much of a awesome course it was when Mira beat her previous record by 40 seconds. That got everyone excited but also made us nervous. When the race started, everyone went out really fast, faster than a race I’ve been in. As I started passing people, I thought a little that I might be going out to fast. My first mile was the fasted I’ve run at a 5:50.
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
race. I keep a good mind and gave it all. I finished 18th at the race with a time of 18:50, my second best. This is 3 places and 10 seconds behind where you needed to be to qualify for state. As soon as I figured out I finished 18th, I still felt like we had some sort of a chance like a disqualification or something but it never happened and I told myself that I will make it to state the next two years because putting 5 months of training and preparation into one race and some so close that I do everything to my power to qualify.
I picked up my starting blocks and walked over to the white line along with the seven other girls right beside me. I rubbed the bitter cold from my arms, and took a deep breath. I went to work setting up my blocks, dropping the footholds into the slots that fit my specific measurements. The starter announced that we would have two more minutes to take some practice starts before he would call us to the line. I got down in my blocks, rose up, and finally sprang out of them, just as well as I had been doing in practice the day before. I could not have been more ready for my eighth grade Mid-Southern Conference track meet.
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
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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.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
I wasn’t improving, stuck in an endless dark circle of disappointment and rejection. My coach’s voice at the first mile brings me back to the first race of the season. He shouts my mile time, but his effort is in vain; I am stuck in a large pack of runners and I fail to hear his voice over the roar of worry and determination. I turn around a corner, and a steep hill looms in the distance.
The mile was pretty challenging and I needed the additional motivation from my team members and visitors. We did a lot of practice, which took place on Monday through Thursday for Thornburg Track Team. Effort was put into every practice so that we could perform well for the meets. The team worked very hard and all of the extra encouragement and cheering really made the meets more fun and successful.
“hErITAGE” IS ThE FIrST word IN my family dictionary, a noun and adverb, for who we are and how we live. My parents taught me that my heritage defines my identity. Through honorific speech towards my elders and adherence to traditional values, I accepted Korean customs as part of the duality that defines my life in America. Yet, a turbulent disunity stormed under that surface of peaceful coexistence. Though I outwardly represented the model Korean-American son, I loathed fitting this stereotypical mold. My shell was so well-constructed, however, that others mistook me for a successful immigrant. I felt as if I were ripped from the very fabric of my American birthplace, and plunged into a vacuum between my ancestral home and the world I lived
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Some students have a hobby, talent, or an interest that defines them in an essential way. Things of this sort make us who we are and allows us as people to express ourselves while at the same time doing the things we love. These things make us unique from everyone else and makes us as individuals.
In 2014, my team and I raced against Hunter, Bellaire, and a series of other mountains. In these races, I consistently placed within the top 10, allowing me to qualify for states. It was a whirlwind adventure, and the flurry kept me on top of the hill. At the state championships, I scored poorly because my competitors were more dedicated than I was. While I was struggling with English essays, they were on the slopes practicing.
and it looked quite bad but it really wasn't we didn't make great time although I wasn't expecting to as my cousin hadn't cycled in a race before it wasn't me slowing us down though it was him but that was okay at this year I had decided I wasn't going for any particular time that I have to be in in under I was going to enjoy the cycle which I did after that injury I considered myself a veteran of the ring having done it three times and only being 16 years old I was quite proud we sat into massive group of people this year there was nearly 10,000 people taking part we were in a group that easily stretched for 3 miles at a slow sauntering pace of 25 to 30 up to 40 at some points and I began to see more and more people of different levels of fitness of different ages and everyone there raising money for