In the film Cool Runnings, the characters break down several barriers by being the first Jamaican bobsledding team. Throughout the film there are more positive messages than any other sports film. This film is about four Jamaican men who create a bobsled team and try to compete in the 1988 Winer Olympics. The movie portrays all the perfect qualities of sports psychology such as goal setting, leadership, determination and motivation. Together these men come together and represent their country since they did not qualify for the summer Olympics in running.
“Ivan staggered a few yard, then stopped at the stone wall that surrounded his house, and bent over. A swell of nausea rose from his gut. His diaphragm jerked tight, and he vomited. Good Run. Damn Good Run.”
I ran in my middle school’s track team for two years. I ran the mile, one hundred meter dash and triple jump. Out of all the events I participated in I absolutely despised the mile, I hated the aftermath the most. The feeling of my lungs burning, legs aching from the long run and the heavy asthmatic breathes. Although the mile had several cons, I loved the challenge and I was too stubborn to quit.
In life, even though we are told not to do so, a lot of us “count our chickens before they hatch”. We make assumptions on things before they happen because we believe that if something seems so likely, it will happen. Well, that is what my Liberty High School cross country team did my sophomore year. Going into the year, we not only knew we were going to be strong, we thought other teams were going to be weak. The top teams from the state finals the previous year had all lost most of their key pieces.
Having motivation and the vision that you can reach the finish line is extremely important to finishing a
A goal that I set for myself in the past that I did not successfully accomplish would be to complete another (third) marathon. I had set out to finish three and I have only done two to date. I could say the reason is because we moved and I haven’t had the opportunity to run, but really it’s about commitment. I am not ready to commit to the training schedule quite yet. An example of a goal I did accomplish was the finishing the first two marathons.
I am a highly motivated and competitive individual. In all areas of my life, I strive to be the best that I can be. I 've been running competitively since I was in 6th grade. Over that time, I 've ran almost 10,000 miles and have now become a 4x All American in college track and field. Though these accomplishments may not mean anything in the long run, I believe they are a good indication of my work ethic in everything I do.
It is hard to imagine my current life without running. I have been doing cross-country and track every year since 5th grade. Every day I look forward to my run refreshing my body and clearing my mind. As of writing this essay, I have run 147 of the past 153 days in training for cross-country. I have trained with the same group of guys for a vast majority of these runs.
To me, running is the greatest feeling I could ever feel. In my elementary days I knew I was the fastest kid on the playground. So naturally when I got to high school track was a must for me. My first track meet I was so nervous it felt like my heart was in my stomach. Then as I set myself up in my blocks, close my eyes, and wait for the gun to go off it was like everything went quiet.
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”.
Running hurts. I do not think that I could have felt my body's limits any other way like I have through track and cross country. Not only the physical pain but the emotional pain of failing to meet one's potential during a race can hurt. Luckily, the failure that I am rehashing in this essay is not one so big that I might not ever overcome it. I have always been scared of allowing any nonessential aspect of life (sports, academics, etc.)
Karl Marx’s key tenet as to inequality is capitalism in his eyes defines one’s social class having a direct influence on one’s life experiences and life chances. The problem with capitalism is that is distorts the structure and meaning of the work process, with negative consequences for society as a whole and especially for workers. The distortion comes from several characteristics basic to the capitalist mode of economic organization: private property, surplus expropriation, the division of labor, and the alienation of work. Private property is a social activity, requiring groups of people working together to create things.
One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume.
Putting the fun back into physical activity for children will do wonders to foster PA. You don’t see children playing in neighborhoods anymore. A constructive approach to developing outdoor free play is, in my opinion, the cornerstone of developing a love of doing, moving, and being physically active. Many children don’t enjoy the harshness of competitive sport (I was one of them) but do enjoy being out and about doing things. As a child play that involved running, cycling, swimming, and skating were all the things that I truly loved.
My passion for speed is like noting in this world the real felling of freedom in my sole As I strap down and time slows down all I could think of is how fast could I go, to me it started at an early age when my dad broth home a small motorcycle I could barely fit on it of how small it was, at that time it was the fastest ting I have ever been on, the filling I got as I rode around the block I felt invisible like no one could touch me as if I owned the world and earth’s rotation could not keep up with me. Every year my dad will surprise me with a bigger and faster toy he knew my excitement and joy I felt every time I went fast, my happens always broth a smile to his face, not always was it an enjoyment.
