Narrative Essay On My Michigan Hero

Peyton Scott is a junior Husky who has been on CHHS Varsity Track Team for two years. She loves track because her parents inspired her to pursue it, and her dad is actually the varsity coach. Her goal is to continue being on varsity for her senior year and run for her dream college, which is anywhere in Southern California. If she's not at track practice, her favorite place to run is in her lovely neighborhood. Running on the track for her two hours practices really help her find her weaknesses and strengths. One of her favorite routines is running two miles a day. Peyton has learned to pursue her goals and always believe in

Jack Nimble was the fastest hurdler on his high school track team. In fact, he was so fast that he was able to win the state championship in New York. As a state champion, Jack was invited to compete in the national championship. However, being his first time competing in a national championship, Jack was overwhelmed with anxiety and had lost his confidence. As he practiced for the national championship, Jack was not able to focus as he ran. His coach noticed how he wasn’t able to run as fast as he normally would, as well as jump over hurdles perfectly. As the days grew closer to the Championship, Jack’s coach decided that they shouldn’t practice, instead they should have a talk to help Jack with his anxiety and help him regain his confidence.

Moreover, he always sets goals and works hard to achieve them. His passion for sports has led him to a professional career. He worked extremely hard and was able to win many marathons, breaking the two-hour time record. Before long, he was able to win many gold, silver, and bronze medals. He also made sure athletes like him with disabilities were not left out in games. As he grew older, he started coaching sports, like wheelchair basketball, wheelchair volleyball, and softball. His determination allowed him to continue setting goals and working hard to achieve

As a part of the cross country team at Rocky Mountain College, Bailey knows the importance of determination and working towards a goal. While running a race,

Once upon of time there were these two boys that ran cross country their names were Amar and Will they both ran for Tupelo High cross country team,and they were the top 7th grade runners on the team. Will was a bit faster runner than Amar although Amar would run and train hard he just could not yet run as fast as Will but that would one day be his goal but for now that would have to wait. Competition season was fast approaching, our first real meet was the last Saturday of the month of August. The day of the race Amar was full of nerves because this was his first real race,yes he had trained but he had never ran against other schools. Amar thought to himself this is no Will, there are so many kids from other schools to try and

Steve is one of my best friends from high school. He was chosen since he had just finished running a Marathon a couple of months back. This intrigued me since as far back as I can remember, when we played high school football together, he hated to run. I wanted to know what was the reason behind a person not wanting to run at all back then and now all of sudden running 26.2 miles.

With only 21 miles on my back in the past three months, the 3.1 miles race was the hardest thing I had ever done. Crossing the finish line for the first time, I realized the growth I had made through this season. Encountering my first real challenge of my teenage years, I realized the amount of hard work I had put into something I loved, and I recognized the amount of strength and perseverance I built that would help me later in my high school years and adult

With about ten meters left I pulled past him into the lead and finished in fifth. I was so tired and I couldn’t catch my breath, but I knew that I was going to state. I couldn’t stop smiling, and just then my coach told me my time, 17:07, it was a PR by almost 30 seconds. I was so happy. All I could do was smile, and wait for everyone else to finish. When everyone was done and we got cooled down it was time for awards. We went over to the ceremony area and waited. They went through and

When I began to attend L. F. Addington middle school, P.E. was more advanced than it had been in the fourth grade and required running on a daily basis. While I was thrilled that we would get the opportunity to run every day, my classmates were not as enthusiastic about running as I was. As the semester continued one of the coaches,Coach Stitson, began to see my enjoyment of running and my potential to become a faster runner. Stitson approached me, after running our required mile for the semester, about running cross country. At the time I was unaware of the sport and unsure of how competitive I would be in it. Stitison assured

I'm about to write about is Derek Redmond, he was a runner in the October 2011 summer Olympics in Athens, Greece. It was a warm summer day there and derek was getting ready to run the men's 400m race and then they pulled up to the line in there spots.

With a common goal, my teammates and I thrive in cross country and track. Since the team score is based on individual performances, I push my teammates to maximize their potential and vice versa. One time when I was running with a teammate, I started to slow down because I was exhausted. “No, Shanika,” she said firmly, “stay with me.” I sped back up and stayed with her. After a while, I started to fall back again. “Stay with me, Shanika!” she insisted. She knew how to motivate me, and I pushed through to the end. Because of her, that was one of my fastest runs yet. Similarly, I encourage the slower girls to keep up with me. My sister is usually right behind me, and, although I try not to let her pass me, I want her to run as fast if she can. I look forward to joining a similarly supportive engineering team at Louisiana State University that has the common goal of improving people’s lives.

That season had its ups and downs and despite a range of running abilities, every one of them worked diligently to maximize their individual potentials. The one thing that they had brought along for me from the previous team’s mentality was the mantra that above all else, “the team came first.” It was a mindset that I had hoped would exist and one that would provide a strong foundation in the coming years, both in cross country and track.

“State Champion Zimmerman Looking for More in 2017,” read the title of an article explaining my goals and ambitions heading into my Junior running season. Before last spring, Hazen High School Girls Track held two consecutive team championships, I was the defending 200-meter dash State Champion, and our relays had an impressive winning streak as well. I came into that track season with high goals, keeping them in mind every day during training. I prepared myself, both physically as well as mentally, for two days at the end of May: State Track. Before I knew it, that weekend came, and I was determined to cross the finish line before anyone else.

Headed into my freshman year, I had trained pretty hard for the upcoming cross country season. The summer was full of many fun runs and I felt great coming into the season. My training partner was David and we often pushed each other to do better. We were around the same pace so it only made sense for us to run together. At Cross

Bill Bowerman once said, "The real purpose of running isn 't to win a race, it 's to test the limits of the human heart." That was the quote that was running through my mind as I kept in pace with my best friend Tyler, the sounds of our jogging almost rhythmic. The cool afternoon air cleared my busy mind, and as we rounded the corner of the park 's running trail, out stopping place near the duck pond came to view. Beside me, I heard a sharp intake of breath come from Tyler, signaling that he too had seen the pond. Without a second thought, we both sprinted towards it. The path blurred below me as I felt a surge of adrenaline. I willed my muscles to push harder and welcomed the burning sensation that coursed through my body. My heart pounded to the steady thumps of our footsteps hitting the cold rocky ground. I felt the beads of sweat running down my forehead and the nape of my neck making my hair to cling to it. As I was reaching the end, a new burst of energy erupted in me, throwing over the finish line. I hunched over trying to catch my breath as I held onto a bench that faced the pond. My throat burned as I laughed at the sight of him cursing and kicking the dirt. I reached into the pockets of my shorts and tossed him a set of keys to which he caught flawlessly. Without saying a word, he turned and began on his journey back. I gathered what little energy remained in my body and forced myself to sit down knowing it would take him some time to reach the parking lot.