I have not done very many activities over the summer. My parents just bought a lake house a few days before Memorial Day, so we spent all summer out there. While we were out there I thought I might as well benefit myself by trying a new water sport. I really didn’t want to, but my mom made me learn how to water ski. A few days after school was out, I decided to take my friend Cade out to the lake house with us. Once we got there we decided that we both wanted to learn how to ski. My dad had to work so my mom took us out on a weekday so that it wouldn't be busy at all. That means the water would be nice and smooth, almost like glass. We got the boat ready and took it out to one of the calmest spots on the lake. Then I went out first and couldn’t even get my skis on. It took me about 5 minutes but eventually I did and I got ready to take off. That was when it got really bad for me. …show more content…
Every time I would take off, I wouldn’t be able to hold on. I would either fall forward and face plant or I would lean to far and back flop. Eventually after that I just tried a few more times and still couldn’t get it. I then got so upset with myself that I decided to just quit. That led to me not trying for another week. After that week went by I decided just to try it one more time and see if I could get up and stay up for more than 5
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics, and we would be on our way down the slopes. All of us, after a few minutes learning how to wedge our skis started down the family trail. Although the family trail had smaller hills and appeared safe, to me it seemed way
We walked between the two pools to a balcony on the other side fenced off with a rotted garden covered in snow and a leaf blower. My coach laughed when a guy followed us out and used the leaf blower to blow off the snow. You could hear the beeps and buzzes as well as the loud windy sound from the blower and chilly wind itself. Thirty degrees with wind standing outside in a swimsuit and thin sweats like normal was not my idea of fun, but when the guy turned on the heated matts we were standing on I didn't mind as much.
The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
As Justin and Jacob walk into the gym, both very scared, yet anxious to be assigned their sport, they can hear the sweat dripping and trainers yelling. As they walk into the office of the picker they see and hear kids crying from getting a sport they do not want to play. They sit in the chairs in front of the picker as she is looking over their forms and asking questions about their life. Then finally they both get assigned waterpolo. A sport they were ok with but definitely not their first choice. As they are done with their training and in their rooms they go to sleep to prepare for the next day of training.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
The Chaffey Water Polo team went to a school named Shadow Hill to go into the finals for the C.I.F. competitions. We had worked hard to get that far and the team, including our coach , Coach Carlos, were stressed. I was a bit pardoned by anxiety, because I wasn't on the varsity team and also, I wasn't playing. I was on junior varsity and my fellow teammates and I, were just merely supporting our varsity team during the games, the only cause for us to enter the pool would have to be that a player had a freak accident and injured himself , forcing anyone on junior varsity to play with varsity in the competition. So on the day we went to Shadow Hills, we really were stressed, I could almost smell the anxiety irradiating off the team. When we got there, we did our normal routine , stretch for minutes, warm up for 45 , and relax and try to calm our butterflies till the game started.
Before we went down, my mom told me that I had to listen to every word she instructed me to do. We started to head down the hill slowly by turning our skis to the inside making it look like a pizza shape. This allowed me to zigzag down the hill at a comfortable speed. I began off slowly and started to go faster by the middle of the hill. My mom kept telling me to slow down. I kept trying, but it wasn’t working. At that time, I was almost at the end of the hill; I still wasn’t slowing down. I started to panic! As soon as I got to the end, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop. So, I purposely fell; it hurt, although not as much as it would have if I had crashed into the net. A man who worked at the Asessippi Ski Resort saw me fall and decided to give me tips on how to ski. They were the exact same instructions my mom had given to
Photo five: My cross country uniform sticks out against the scenery. This photo brings a smile to my face as I remember all of the laughs I’ve had during cross country. This pieces strength results from the amount of heart I injected. I was able to add a specific story that helped support my ideas so it wasn’t just a proclamation.
I remembered watching a professional skier on television. He reached top speeds of about 25 miles an hour and I told my dad that I was interested in skiing. Our family relatives decided that we were going to do for winter break and we decided to take a trip to Utah. It was around a 5 hour drive and we finally arrived at a city called, “Brian Head.” My dad learned that there was a nearby ski resort and all of my cousins wants to go skiing. Our parents took us to the ski resort and decided to put us all in ski school. I thought that it would be easy because the professional skier made it look easy. My arrogance was an obstruction to my skiing experience because I thought that I didn’t need the instructor’s help. I continually
I am in complete isolation hearing only the sound of my breathing and insects in the brush surrounding me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching from behind. A second later, the top boy on the cross country team runs past me verifying my fear of being the slowest runner. While every practice the high school girls run in a pack, this would remain a dream to me. Humiliated and disheartened, my summer was spent in a solitary trudge.
You can go skiing and tubing. Tubing is way better than skiing only because I can't ski. One time I was riding the tub that had a backrest with my cousin Ethan Sharpe; Ty Jones was driving the boat and Uel Turner was driving slow to make big waves so that we would hit them and get some air. We hit one of the waves and and went
The Olympic Games are great events that bring the of the best athletes from every single country on Earth together, and if I was to participate in any sport for the United States, I would choose synchronized high dive. This sport requires accuracy and timing that I can only dream of, as I am not the most punctual, nor accurate on most things. I think that because the time and need for precision would be so important in such a big chunk of my life, I could bring it over to the other parts. Another reason I would participate in a sport that is so far off the ground is that I might find a place to think while plummeting into water at an alarming rate. High diving the closest thing to flying, and birds seem to have a stress free life, so I would