Summer Training Narrative

The book, “Training Camp” by Jon Gordon is an inspirational story filled with invaluable lessons and insights on bringing out the best in yourself and your team. The story follows a little boy named Martin Jones who was a undrafted rookie trying to make it into the NFL.. He spent his whole life proving many critics that a guy with a big heart but is small can succeed against all the odds.After Martin sprained his ankle during preseason, he thought that he lost his dream., but then he meets a very special coach. The coach was a great mentor, he shared eleven lessons about life that kept his dream alive. This help him a lot and even made him to be one of the best of the best.

We were racing through the field and I just kept thinking to myself nothing bad will happen. There was an oil pumping jack on a hill up ahead. The hill was not to steep; it was much like a small ditch. The pumping jack was surrounded with white gravel. As we were getting closer Taylor started to slow down until we finally came to a complete stop. Taylor told us how she used to jump the four wheelers up the hill and how much fun it was. This was the point where I started to second guess being on the four wheeler with a person I did not know. Taylor sped up and jumped over the hill, she landed perfectly. Jadey decided to try it so I held on really tight, we sped up and shot over the hill. We landed great the first time and went back for another round. As Jadey got more confident doing this we began going faster and higher off the hill. It was the fourth round that did not go so well. We took off from about thirty yards away and were going fairly fast, over the hill and up into the air we went. The four wheeler started to tip forward and I could tell we were going to land with the front wheels first. Jadey panicked and hit the brakes right as the front wheels hit the ground which caused me to fly forward and fall off the four wheeler. The four wheeler ran over my left inner thigh and I hit my head on the hard gravel. It all happened so quickly that is was a

Duck hunting and its problems have greatly evolved from 50 years ago until today. The challenges

Choosing a vocation can be a daunting task. With the world ever-evolving, one may come across a new attractive career every year. In order to ensure optimal job satisfaction, it is vital to educate oneself about every alluring prospect prior to committing. Simple factors like the time commitment and salary can mean the difference between a content existence and a miserable one.

Running a 14-week sports program (once a week), for Belvoir children. This developed and furthered my interests with helping children in physical way rather than just cognitive. Noticing improvement in 6 months from tutoring a friends’ daughter’s younger child with her homework; this was a very uplifting and gave me more determination to teach others.

It all started on a sunny afternoon this past September when I was riding my uncles quad in the trails behind my house. I was just cruising around in the trails when I decided to go up a very steep hill. I shouldn't have even attempted making it up this hill, but I went for it. I had almost made it to the top when the quad stalled out 5 feet from the top. The quad started to roll backwards, so I grabbed the brake and cut the wheel which turned out to be my worst move. I should have grabbed the front brake and rolled down the hill slowly and kept the wheels straight. Instead the quad was sideways on the hill, so I jumped off and the quad came with me. After the quad rolled over me and landed upside down at the bottom of the hill I flipped the

He didn’t mind the cracks that had begun forming on the soles of his trainers. Rather, he had begun liking them. He liked it when the rain would beat his back raw. When the puddles would grip at the base of his shoes, bubbling and squelching in joy as its tendrils climbed through the woollen of his socks. Or when the days held a constant distorted haze in the distance and the concrete would scorch the bottom on his trainers, licking away the rubber until it formed a perfect cast of the bottom of his shoes. In those moments, he had felt something.

When I flipped off of the bike, I had millions of things going on. I had a scrape on my left hand, and I had a first-degree, almost had second-degree, burn on my left elbow. I checked what happened to my legs, and I saw I had a half an inch of skin hanging down, so much to the point I saw my knee cap bone on my left side . Then the blood covered the injury. That is when I got an adrenaline rush that made me feel a lot less pain than what I should have. I looked and saw two rug burns on the left side of my leg. Then I saw my entire calf muscle had scrapes everywhere.

I thought I knew what I was going to go through when I signed up to become a CIA operative; this changed when I went on my first field training excersise. I woke up one morning in a small hotel room in Istanbul. Alone, with about five hundred dollars in my pocket and a fake passport. I didn't speak a single word of Turkish. My handler was in the city, but if I contacted him, I would be forced to find a new career. In exactly ten months, I was supposed to return to the same hotel to meet a friend who would take me out of the country. My passport told me that I was Emir Askoy, a thirty-four year old man. I quickly packed up my things and then left the hotel. My first priority would be to find a way to learn the language.

It was a beautiful sunny Friday in the summer of 2015 in June. It was my parents and I were at our house in the country. I was riding my dirt bike, it’s a Yamaha 125cc. I was practicing doing wheelies and I went up and it started leaning to the left and the handlebars were turned and when I came down the front wheel stopped and the bike came down on my left foot and it dragged me across the grass. I yelled to my dad as I pushed the bike off my foot. I thought my foot was fine and so did my dad. My dad told me to walk it off but I couldn’t put any weight on it as soon as I tried to I went straight to the ground and my dad told me that he was going to get my mom, so I sat in the yard in pain. A little bit later both my parents came and got me and my dad picked me up and carried me to the patio and

I’m sorry I didn write sooner, it has been busy and I’m really sorry. I think about you and the family very often and I miss you guys. I think I’ll be in Arizona during spring break! So I’am excited about that. Hopefully, I’ll be able to visit during the summer too, but I think might get a summer job, rejoin the swim team so I can do winter swim team for my school and do a session of summer schooling. To graduate school I am required to take a buisnees type of class and I hear it’s very easy and you don’t have any tests if you do it over summer, which I think will be easier and better for me because there’s many classes I am intrested in taking next school year. I’m still not sure what I want to major pr do when I am older so, I like taking

Choice of Exercises: Off- Season training is very important to an athlete’s season. Off-season is the opportunity to build up your strength, stamina, and speed for the upcoming season. During off-season for basketball I would choose to do both long-distance running and sprints, but focus primarily on the sprinting aspect. Long distance would include something like a timed mile, while the sprinting aspect would consist of sprints around the track for a certain number of minutes. Basketball is a back and forth game, so you need both stamina and the sprinting aspect. For arm exercises, I would do bicep curls, triceps, shoulder presses, and dumbbells. I would also include legs, including leg press, lunges, leg curls, and squats while using weights. Having strength and power is important because you are constantly

We had an excellent first day of camp, the boys came prepared to work and maintained an outstanding attitude and energy level throughout the day.

Over Summer break, I broke my hip, I Couldn't walk nor get up from bed. While I was stuck in bed, I couldn't hang out with any of my friends. So I had my turtle in my room. He didn't do much, he just kinda looked at me and waited for me to feed him. It was hard to feed him because I couldn't get up. I had to reach over to the turtle feed, and throw his food into the tank.

Have you ever worked really hard for something that paid off in the long run? This happened to me, working one on one with my coach and going to open gyms during the summer. All my hard work paid off once I got invited to be on the varsity volleyball team.