In my point of view the hardest only hardest track meet I have ran in is the North Half because there is a lot more faster people and more heats to run in. You must qualify in the North Half meet to make it to state. Waking up early in the morning and traveling to Jackson for one day for the best track meet you will ever be at. At this track meet you have to place from first to third in order to get a medal. At the State Track meet it is fun because you get to meet new people and you can buy a t-shirt with everyone’s name on it that made it to state.
My most memorable moment running track was track sectionals at Beaver Dam. If we would get 3rd place or better, we would move on to run state track. One of the most glorified events in track and field is the 4 by 400 meter relay. I was lucky enough to be a part of it. The reason the 4 by 4 race is the most glorified event is because it is the most intriguing to watch.
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.
It is also imperative that you run sprints around the track so that you build up respiratory strength. Sprints will also help you improve your race time. Practice is nothing to take lightly, it is a sure fire way to improve your skills and put you one step closer to becoming a hurdle legend. Practice will get you on the right track to becoming a hurdle legend.
I could not take it anymore. My choices were to either pick up the phone or do something I could never take back. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of The Trevor Project lifeline, it was time for me to help myself. “Hello, Trevor Lifeline.” “Hi,” I said.
Sprints are the short distance races that consist of events like the 100 meter dash, the 200 meter dash and relay races like the 4x1 and 4x2, unlike the distance runner’s sprinters work on their speed and technique instead of endurance. However distance consists of longer races like the 1400 and the 800. In order to run these races you must be strong mentally and have great
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
"And that is why i cannot stand taxi's! Thanks for watching and don't forget to like and subsribe! " I wink and turn the camera off, the usual routine. Honestly, being a youtuber is hard work, especially one trying (and mostly failing) to climb the social ladder.
You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.
A long time ago in a school not so far away a peculiar event occurred,that I will never forget. It all started on the first day of school. It was my first year at Finley Farms Elementary and I was ready for the second grade, or so I thought. I entered my classroom and was happy to learn.
I had moved from my father’s house at an early age to begin my own family with big ambitions and even bigger dreams. At the time, I had every intention of slaying dragons and returning as the conquering hero with ticker tape parade and cheering fans. What I did not know at that time was how much of an everyday adversary the world could be and how many temptations and poor choices would be available on almost a daily basis. Looking back I now understand what my father had tried to tell me with a simple universal truth, “Water takes the shape of its container.” On the flight home, I had stared out the small rectangle window into the seemingly endless blue sky punctuated by sparse cotton sculptures which changed with the wisps of the wind
The sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky on this cool seventy degree July Tuesday. My mom, my grandma, and I walk down the sidewalk of downtown Ames and open the door to our favorite store. As the rush of wind from the open door blows back my hair, I am quickly reminded why we love to play dress up here. Our excuse to gaze lustfully at the diamonds is always my mother wanting to have her wedding ring cleaned. When the sales clerk tells us it will take forty five minutes we don’t mind because we know exactly how we will fill our time.
“This isn't happening today, this doesn't happen. The chances are to thin for it to ever happen.” Words sank and echoed off the cliffs. The camera still stood there, hooked onto the tripod motionless. No one to pan over to the sunset between the hills, no one to strike the compound and start driving home.
When the official pulls the trigger, the runners starts to run and jump through all the hurdles and obstacles that they are to face. Some people will trip, and some will fall, but in the end, they always finish. Nobody said it was going to be easy but there they are, still standing at the track. Hurdle Racing is very much alike with College.
Eye Opener I remember it like it was yesterday. It happened freshman year football season just two weeks before the first game was to happen at a regular practice doing drills. Till the one fateful event happened I was doing a simple hitting drill where one guy runs with the football and you have to catch and tackle him using the right angle so that he does not run right by you just as we had done before at practice. We rotated through the line and faced each other two times, the third one is what changed my life for a whole year I lined up caught and tackled my teammate and then BOOM! I have never felt a pain so excruciating as I had gotten after that tackle.
