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When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

When times get tough, don’t give up. If you want to be the best you can be you don’t have a choice but to push your limits and try. As these words of encouragement have made me become who I am, cross country has shaped me into the person I am today.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

In November 2015, I finally walked up to Keeneland for the first time in my life to finally see a live horse race. But it wasn’t just any race – it was the 2015 Breeder’s Cup Championships and American Pharaoh would go on to win the Grand Slam. It was an awesome day, meeting people from all over the country who seemed just as passionate about a sport as I was. It was that experience that led me to move to Lexington, KY two months ago with a desire to work in the Thoroughbred industry.

The horse ride changed mike's opinion of his horse and himself because at first the was some trouble with getting him on the horse,but once he got on he started to enjoy himself and realize that just because he has a disability he doesn't have to limit himself.according to paragraph 1 it states how he felt or his opinion of getting on the horse. "No, stop it, I don't want to!" I yelled. Some of the horses in front of the barn looked at me, and all of the people stared, but I didn't care. Not being a sweet little angel like the disabled kids they show on TV is what gives my life meaning. I raised the volume of my voice enough to send birds flapping out of the shade trees. "You have no right! Isn't this supposed to be a free country?".

It was October 2016 of my junior year, right in the heart of the Cross Country season. Cross Country was fun and team was doing great, but I was looking forward to the upcoming winter track season. High jump is where it is at and that is where I wanted to be and then it happened… I went down and my ankle was caught underneath me and twisted. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was hurt. I was on the ground, in pain as other racers passed me. I was able to get to the finish it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fast, but I did it.

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When I was in seventh grade I fell in love. Not with a person, but a sport. I fell in love with track. I enjoyed the workouts, the races, the team, the events, the meets, but most of all I had found a passion for sprinting. I worked everyday during practice to prepare for the meets. I pushed myself as hard as I could and never gave up. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was mad for the feeling of your lungs bursting for air and your legs burning with pain. The long, exhausting workouts, the freezing practices, and the crazy memories you can make. There was nothing about it that I found unlikeable. Track was consuming my thoughts, I couldn’t stop. I was in love with it in every single way.

When I started barrel racing. I was very slow. The horse did not like me. But I won a belt buckle for being the toughest rider there was . It was fun being a pewe because you could go super slow. I remember I was so nervous. My dad had to take me around the barrel’s. The horse I rode name is Sunny he is my sister's horse.

But finally I caught up, but I was still behind all of the racers. So I had hope that I would pass the 3rd place person because we were starting to reach the finish line. When were right at the finish line, when he stopped pedaling. So I thought that I had a chance of passing him. So I started pedaling hard enough that I would faint after that run. By the time we reached the finish line, we were so close but a little bit after we finished the line, he won by a “1 ½”. So after that I thought that the tough hope didn't work, but I knew that it was still

With school beginning once again, so did the new responsibilities that came during my junior year in the NJROTC as now the commander of the marksmanship team and one specific task that I was asked to was to create a more efficient marksmanship practice. During the second week of school with a discussion with Commander Heyward, he proposed his technique from his previous team where it got me concerned how will this work. The current plan I proposed was to be at least more efficient than his as I could get the returning students back in their target practices and for the new first year cadets would learn the basics of target practice quick and the returning members would be back on schedule with giving me time to work with the new members.

I also remember the time when I got dropped off over your house and soon as I pull up I see your kids outside playing on the go kart. Instantly when I got out the car I hopped in the go kart and it was the worst thing I could have did that day. I’m heading down the street in the go kart and I was slowly approaching a main road. The go kart was going so fast, I couldn’t stop it. The reason why is because I had one foot on the acceleration then I tried to brake but I never removed my foot from the acceleration. Getting closer to the main street I look over and see a ditch so to make a long story short I ended up crashing the go kart in the ditch. You and your best friend said the way I reacted after I crashed the go kart reminded you guys of Mclovin from the movie Super Bad. Ever since that day you guys nicked name me Mclovin.

When I was younger my dad used to teach me how to ride my bike, first we started with training wheels until I had the basics down. Then when I was done with the training wheels we would ride in the back yard of my old house, which was muddy and bumpy. He would push me and tell me to keep my balance and keep both of my hands on the handle bars. But that was kind of complicated because of how muddy and bumpy it was in the backyard. Over and over again I would fall of the bike but I would always get back up and try again because I was no quitter. Then the next day my parents told me we were moving to another house and I didn't know what to think and that night I slept in there room. The next morning we went to the new house and I got on my bike

I am a glorified medal whore and someone that take prides on trying to participate in as many different obstacle course races as I can each year, so I made sure to add at least one Warrior Dash event to my schedule. This was my second obstacle course race of the day after running Tough Mudder Pittsburgh over 300 miles away, so in some ways my body wasn’t nearly at its best, which made the Warrior Dash course and obstacles more of a challenge.

At the beginning of our first run as a group we were skeptical and uncertain about what we were doing. We were the slowest in our first run compared to our others. Kinzie and Carla sat right next to each other folding the papers while Cassity sat at the end of the line. There was back up of the paper because of the difficulty of trying to get the folded papers to Cassity. Although near the end we all stopped and started putting in papers in the envelope as a team.