My nerves were jittery like lightning bugs in a jar. At the cross country meet, Brea, Liza, and I were pretty scared because it was our first race. It was a sunny day with a little bit of wind. I learned a lesson that day- that you will do okay if you try hard and think you can do it. When I was stretching, I was thinking about the beginning of the race. At the starting line, I was really nervous at the start of the race because it was our first race. When I was stretching I was thinking to myself that I was going to fail because I usually do. During the race, I heard my coach say that I better run faster cause this is a fast race not a slow one. He said that because our home course is very slow, but the Boone course is very fast. I turned …show more content…
the corner and there it was, the hill. At the top of the first hill, I was dying. Once I got up that hill, I was out of breath. Since I was out of breath, I felt that I wouldn't finish. Then, all of a sudden, my feet hurt from my spikes, so that was something that I would have to add to my list for all the terrible things that happened to me that today.
Right when I got over the second hill, I needed water because my throat was dry, but of course there was nobody to give me water. When I saw the last stretch of the race, I went I as fast as I could go, then finally, I crossed the finish line. I finally finished the race. You know me, so of course I couldn’t breathe. When I got my water, I just plopped on the ground because my feet hurt so badly. Then my dad came over with three rags for Brea, Liza, and I to put around our necks which felt really good. My dad took my time like usual, so when he brought us the rags, he told us our time. Which my time wasn't bad but not good either. My time was nine minutes and fifty-two seconds. Once I found out my time, I went to camp to go get a snack but once I got to camp I realized that I wanted a banana. Since I wanted a banana, I walked back to the table where they had bananas. The banana was really bad, so I had to go back to camp so I could get something in my stomach. At camp, there was popcorn, pretzels, and Gatorade. Brea and I had cups of popcorn because it was so good. The day I learned a lesson was on a sunny day but with a little bit of wind. I was at
the starting line, then all of a sudden, the gun went off. After I was at the top of the hill, I was thinking to myself that I was going to fail. Then, I saw the finish line, and I rejoiced when I was done with the race. The bugs were out of my stomach at the end of the race because I did well.
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
rainstorm, and was positive one was coming. The wind started to howl, so strong that it
I signed up to run track in the spring and went to summer conditioning for cross country. That’s when my coaches, teammates, and myself noticed that my running has improved significantly from when I first started. I knew that I had to work hard my senior year to achieve my goals for running. Running is a mental sport. The workouts I had to do were brutally painful and I had stay positive throughout the run because I know the training I had to do will help me during a race.
The rest of practice was pretty normal. I even shaved thirty second off of my five mile time! Which would’ve been great if I didn’t have this major pain in my chest the whole time. Weird. . .
sunny. I was very happy so was everyone else. So we started to pack snack and stuff and drinks.
It was try out day, I was super nervous what if I mess up the cheer what if I drop my stunt? I went out there did everything right I was certain I had it in the bag. They walked out with the results, I think I read that paper ten times before running away crying because I didn’t make it.
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
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
The only reason why I was really nervous is because I did not like the feeling being high off the ground and going really fast. When I was on top the of the stairs looking down it was so pretty. It was during summer. It was hot but not too hot outside it was perfect. It was really green outside. I was happy when I did it. I was really happy to face my fear.
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.
It was the end of my junior year, almost the end of the season, at one of the most important powerlifting meets. It was the last one before regionals and I wanted to do really, really good and beat the girl that had beaten me all season. Every meet that we went to, I just got closer and closer to beating her. I try my hardest to do my best at every single meet and give 110%, but at this meet things didn’t go as planned. I learned that everything can’t go your way and when something goes wrong you have to pick yourself up and move on.
I decided to tell an anecdote to Bob about me tripping on a banana peel on the beach.
Following the worst lesson of my life so far, the rest of the day went
We got ready at the start line forming a cloud of smoke behind us. All I could smell was burnt gas filling my helmet. Suddenly, the lights turned red, yellow, green then off we went accelerating smoothly through the first kilometer raising dust behind us tending to the sharp turns and hills. As we made the first jump, we crashed into each other and landed like a cannon on hard, dry ground. I felt my temperature rising and sweating like a marathoner in a race. I could not feel my heart beat for a couple of seconds. Quickly I thought I had gotten an internal injury and was going to die. I turned my body slowly in the dusty air to lie on my back as I cried loud for help. as I...
shirt. I decided to pair it all with my black boots and my sister would fix my hair for me.