This years cross country went off pretty well if you ask Harrisburg cross country runner Alexander Auch, If you ask him he will tell you that his favorite part of the season was watching his teammates improve and grow as a better runner and placing top 10 in just about every race and getting first in Brookings with a time of 16:40.66 and getting second as a team. Alex isn 't sure yet what he will do running wise after High School but he says if he get the opportunity to run in college he will take it and run with it. He will also say that he is exited for next year and looking forward to it he was been running all winter inside and out and don 't be surprised when you see him in the summer out there because the Harrisburg team has a summer
The situation that I will be talking about in this multi-media rhetorical narrative is what I learned from my last track meet. Going into the end of the season of my senior year, I was ranked in the top 10 for discus throwers in the state. When the state meet came I was expected to come in fourth place or better. That meet turned out to be one of my worst meets of the year and I performed much worse than expected. As a result, I did not qualify for the regional meet and my season was over.
Imagine the feeling of being alone, where no one can see or hear your cries for help, where no one can begin to understand your pain, and where your once perfect and marvelous life is suddenly crumb down. Welcome to Brian’s world, a thirteen year old boy who’s parents are going through a bad divorce that ultimately causes him to resent his mother for being deceitful to his own father. The story “Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen is about a young teenage boy that is always feeling the pressure and hurt from his parents divorce. Brian’s mother sends Brian to his dads house for the summer by a small plane. The plane crashes on the way to the airport in a dense forest.
I didn’t even know what cross country is before I came to this school. And by the end of the season, I was one of the best runners in the team. This transition didn 't come from nowhere. I was literally the slowest person in the whole team(including girls) when the season began. And I remembered what one of the girls in the team told me: Kenny, just go join another activity, there is not chance for you to make the APAC team.
In 7th grade I got so close at the end of the season and ran a 5:01 mile. I got there because of good coaches to help me a long way but I didn’t work as hard as I could have Getting close
The first time i ran the mile was at an away meet against Sayville Middle School, I had been practicing and training for weeks beating my own time repetitively raising the bar on my personal best time. Immediately upon arrival I was intimidated by the track, it looked like it went on for miles in comparison to the track at my school. The one hundred
Knowing this I pushed myself to my limit pre track season; I worked harder than I have before in the sport and made incredible improvements. Once track season started I was so eager to show the world what I was capable of. The first few competitions were both fairy large and very important. I went into both competitions excited and motivated only to walk away frustrated and disappointed. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong while I was vaulting went wrong.
During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.
With my relay team stretched,warmed up, and ready to go, we headed towards the stadium where we would race against the fastest girls in the nation. Intimidated but not deterred we headed out of Tent City and into the gates of Turner Stadium. Knowing this was my last race I would run with my close friends and relay team, being it 's the last race of the season and we all weren’t going to be in the same age group next year, I had a whole new mind set. I was constantly thinking, “we have to make top ten because we can make top ten.” “We have the times, we have the strength, we have the speed, we just need to have the guts to walk in there like we are going to shred the track into pieces.
At my second mile, I was in 36th place and the coach had a worried face. At this point, I started to give up. I started coughing, had a runny nose, and was gasping for air. I finished the race in 36th place with a time of 19:44. I was exhausted and sad that the season was over, but I knew that I had one more season left to make it to
students were unconstitutional (Robinson, 343). It also prohibited racial segregation in public facilities. This decision overturned the Plessy v. Ferguson decision of 1896 that allowed state-sanctioned segregation (Robinson, 343). Once and for all it ended the “separate but equal” doctrine that meant segregation was fine as long as there was “equality” (Robertson, 799). Brown v. Board of Education ended segregation, however, racial segregation was still prevalent in California prisons system, which are public facilities.
Of course, as you'd expect I got fourth place in that race. Bummed from the results I learned to keep my head high and keep working I mean I was just a freshman. In the end track taught me that there's always someone better, or faster you just gotta work harder than them. My final sport that I have a passion for is rugby.
My passion for track and field began with a Nike advertisement. At age ten, I opened the newspaper to a two-page spread of the hometown distance running legend Steve Prefontaine overlaid by a paragraph of inspirational copy. It concluded asking, “Where is the Next Pre?” The story of his small town Oregon roots, gutsy racing style, and ambition to be the best resonated with me like nothing ever had before. I told myself I was the next Pre, and then tore off for my first run through the streets of Eugene, Oregon – “Tracktown USA”.
I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.
In seventh grade, my buddies and I considered trying out for the golf team and imagined it would be an exciting task to venture. The previous summer, I had gone to the golf course and practiced a generous amount of time on my game and I believed I would be skilled enough to make the team. Also, I had friends that were on the team the previous year and that gave me an extra incentive to try out. In seventh-grade, after trying out for the golf team, I made it. Making the team sparked the greatest passion for a game I have ever had, and it has become my life rather than a hobby.
