Volleyball-Personal Narrative

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In life, everyone has the chance to witness their love blossom towards someone or something, in my case that was volleyball. The way it makes me feel when I win a game, the sorrow I feel when we lose, it’s what I live for. The emotion is pulls out of me. I wouldn’t be the good volleyball play I am without my coaches and family encouraging me not to stop, and push through the injuries and pains of being sore all the time. I especially want to write about a story I had this year, and my coach who pushed me to work harder than I ever have. I was excited to play this school season, to be the leader I knew I could be when given the chance. Except, I wasn’t given that chance. I was heartbroken at first, seeing someone who had less experience on the team be the captain, it tore me to pieces. The amount of work I put in the first two years, I thought would lead me to be the captain for my final year. But when I stepped on court, hearing someone else’s name being called for the coin toss you do to see who serves first, broke me in such a way that it is hard to write about. Of course, I got over it over time, but in my opinion the season could have gone a different direction if I was the voice of the team. …show more content…

Instead of focusing on the negatives, I should focus on developing my skills and being the best I can for everyone on my team. We ran every practice, what seemed like the whole time, but we were actually increasing our stamina and putting pressure to make better decisions when our brains have less oxygen. I put every ounce of energy in each practice, all because my coach told me to be the best for not just myself, but other guys on my team, just like they would for

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