As I ran that hill I began to cry because of the pain. I thought my legs were going to give out from underneath me. The pain I was feeling helped me take a few strides that caused me to stumble a little, but soon regained my composure. I was at the top. All that was left was one last final turn, and then the downhill. I could see the finish line in the distance and then started sprinting. Coach Rojas was screaming at me to keep going and not to stop. At this point, my heart was pounding rapidly. My body was worn down, hot and exhausted. Crossing the finish line was the only thing on my mind. For a moment, I blocked off from the race and thought about all the hard work that went into the season. I crossed the finish line and at that moment I knew that I had put my sweat and tears into this race. I couldn’t feel my legs, all I wanted was water. Soon after I heard that we won Second place in the district which was the best the team has won. I felt no pain at this point since I was part of a group of people who loved this sport and put effort into it. It gave me happiness to be part of a team that now was like my…
Our second game was against the former coach for UNA, Jason Anderson. Coach Anderson was the original coach who offered me a scholarship to UNA. The tension was high, due to familiar faces. We ended up having to play them twice and we beat them both times. After winning all four games we reached the Championship series. Humbolt, from New York, was our biggest obstacle we had to face. The team with the best two out of three wins was to be named the National Champs. The first game we played, we lost to Humbolt. The loss hit us hard and our spirits were down. All season we had not faced a pitcher that shut us down completely. Walking to the locker room after that loss, felt as if we had already became runner up in the Championship series. Beating Humbolt twice the next day, seemed to be an impossible task. We sat in silence as tears ran down our faces. Our coaches let us cry and let us get our emotions out. She knew the pressure we felt and the adversity that was staring us in the face. After 30 minutes of silence, one of the players brought up the games we had to play against UAH. Another player mentioned the victory against Valdosta, and we were instantly reminded that we were capable of anything. We knew that all of the hard work we had put in was not going to waste. We were not going to settle for anything else but a National…
In my opinion I think that Cheerleading should be a competitive sport because cheerleaders work as hard as all other sport players do. For example cheerleaders show muscle, athleticism and agility when practicing and cheering at games. Cheerleaders show muscle because they lift other people they throw and stack people on top of other people to make a pyramid. They show Agility because when doing cheers they have to make sharp and quick movements with their hands and their feet. I don’t think that it’s fair that cheerleading isn’t a competitive sport because it doesn’t involve a ball. That is why I think that cheerleading is just as much as a sport than any other…
When I was in kindergarden I was not one of the kids who were popular. I was the kid who always played by herself and the kid who would sit in the corner than play with her classmates. But this one thing changed my whole life. This was the thing that change me from an introvert to an extrovert. It was synchronized swimming. Before starting synchronized swimming I hated to play sports especially swimming because I had Aquaphobia. I was afraid that I would drown and end up dieing. It was really hard and risky for me to start synchronized swimming. I had a lot of trouble, and went through a lot of emotions. However, at the end I overcome my phobia and started to love swimming. It basically made my life change. Synchronize swimming probably was…
Most people say cheerleading is not a sport, but to me it is. It all began when I was four years old and my mom signed me up to cheer for the Harrisburg Packers. I was nervous at first, but then it turned out to be a lot of fun. Everyone on the team was tall except for me and one other girl. Her name was Tatum. The first thing I thought was that I was going to get picked on by all the other girls because I was so little and shy, but it turned out to be totally different.…
Cheerleading is one of my most defining life experiences. The sport allowed me to explore not only my leadership qualities, but also my own mentorship abilities. From a newbie to cheerleading in middle school, I grew and developed into a role model on my cheerleading team in high school.…
I felt like such a looser I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t because everyone had their eyes on me feeling like a dam about to burst. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life as I was on that track. I was about to walk off the turf and not finish, but then I started to he rhythmic clap from the audience and I knew it was for me. At that moment I started to jog to finish line. I had two forces fighting within me one wanting me to give up and there wanting to keep going forward and not letting people down. If the audience can put the effort to cheer me on, the least I can do is finish. I finally finish and I have never been so happy to finish something in my life.…
I recall being the youngest girl, cheering with others several years older than me, when I began Area Youth Football cheerleading way back at the age of five. I had tried other sports such as soccer and basketball, however they didn't electrify me as cheerleading did. I instantly fell in love with the sport of cheerleading. To this day, I would not even consider changing my commitment to cheerleading, for it has positively influenced my life and taught me countless lessons that will stick with me forever.…
Although I have had many injuries growing up, there is one that particularly changed my life for the better. The injury occurred when I was playing eighth grade football. It was August and we were scrimmaging Westfield; a very good team that had a lot of big players. The coach called me onto the field to play fullback, which means that I was probably going to carry the football. As I was running onto the field my heart started to beat a little faster. I had a bad feeling about getting the ball. I thought that I was going to get hurt because on the play prior the fullback ahead of me injured his knee on a run. Everything went well for the first few plays, but on the fifth play the coach called a fullback run. My heart was racing, at the snap of the ball I ran ahead for about an eight yard gain, but on the way down I felt a horrible pain in my right foot. I ended up going to the hospital a half an hour later, the doctor said that I had multiple fractures (6 to be exact), possibly some torn ligaments, and a dislocation of a few bones. I really did a number on myself. The doctor claimed to me that I would be out for at least 6 weeks, which is over halfway through the regular season. The doctor also highly recommended that I go see a sports injury specialist, or a foot specialist.…
Even though it sounds pretty corny and cliche, the team next year is going to be nowhere near the same without you. You’re always so supportive of each and every single girl on the team and I know that everybody can trust you the most with any problem that they have, whether it be on the cheer time or their personal life. You’re always there for the team, helping out in any way possible, whether it be fixing a whole pyramid with counts five minutes before halftime or by being a representative for our team at every orientation or school event. You represent exactly what a cheerleader should be, always showing school spirit, always trying to encourage the team to be friends with one another, showing enthusiasm during sidelines and spiriting instead of just waiting for halftime, and always expressing a kind charisma no matter what is going on in your personal life.…
I was extremely nervous despite the fact that everyone had told me I was going to make varsity since I had done so well at camp. There were about 23 people trying out for varsity and only 18 could make it and so I had a good chance at making the team but that still did not calm my nerves. Before we went out to the brand new turf field for tryouts I was psyching myself out and was doubting myself in all ways possible. My hands were shaking, I was sweating, all while listening to the calm chatter of everyone else echoing loudly in the locker room. “You can’t make varsity; the others are just too good” I was telling myself. During tryouts the pace was fast, the humidity was high, and our spirits were just as high. We had to do lots of ball work and ball skills on the first day and I was messing up completely at times. At one point I screamed out in utter anger because I just could not get my feet to do the correct things. I was so angry with myself because I knew I could do better than what I had done that day. I went home feeling utterly defeated but ready for the next day because there were two days of tryouts. The next day I felt absolutely great and I was doing everything right! I was passing every drill while receiving complements from my coaches. I felt great and as I was walking up the big, blue steps to the locker room, I knew that I had done great at…
One of the most significant, influential days in my life thus far occurred when I was in eighth grade. I had made the varsity cut for volleyball. This might sound shallow to most people; I got into a team, great, but what is the big deal? For me, it was, however, because this one thing that happened, that day, changed my life forever. Getting into a varsity team in eighth grade shaped the rest of my high school years.…
I quickly started to doubt myself, I regretted it all. We began to line up for the race to start, I was shaking uncontrollably. People around me were talking at me, I didn't process a word. "BANG", the official pulled the trigger to begin the race. 200 girls scrambling to reach the front of a massive ocean of different colored jerseys. As the race progressed the pain I felt throughout my legs, arms, and chest was unbearable; but soon diminished by the vigerating sensation I experienced every time I passed somebody. My competitive nature was flourishing with passion. All my nervous energy seemed to escape into the array of grey storm clouds. "Speed up, speed up", coming from the little voice inside my head as I neared the last 400m. I can still feel the energizing emotion of accomplishment I obtained as I crossed the checkered finish line. I may not have won the race, but the self-confidence and empowerment I gain from this sport is…
They called the team name from the front of the judge booth. “Seymour Tigers, you may take the mat!” The nerves were rushing through all of us. The adrenaline kicked in and we got on the mat cheering and yelling variations of “Go Seymour!” or “We got this girls!” I know who said “We got this.”. It was Emily, who in the beginning was across from me; she gave me a nod and mouthed “Good Luck”. Other girls on the team gave each other the same look of reassurance too. Suddenly, the arena that had been filled with noise was now silent as a grave, waiting for us to move. Waiting for the music to start. I hear the music and we begin. Stunts hit, and tumbling hits as well. During our cheer chants, I yelled as loud as my voice my voice could go. We were almost done with the routine. All we needed was the dance, which was my favorite part. At the end, we gave the largest smiles to the point where I thought my…
Everything has prepared me for this moment. All the pain, work, stress, and lack of sleep has led up to this. As I sit here staring at this hideous blue mat I can hear the crowd screaming, clapping, wooing, and cheering us on. My heart is racing as I wait for the music to start, it feels like time is slowing down, first seconds then minutes pass by. As my nerves finally get to me and I am about to look up to see what’s going on, the music starts, 5, 6, 7, 8…and I’m up dancing, cheering, jumping, tumbling and stunting my heart out. I’m running through each sequence in my head, remembering everything from practice. As my mind starts to drift thinking of all the work that has brought me to this moment, I find myself back in the practice room. Practice has brought me to understand better, it has taught me everything I know, and brought me to love this sport. This sport that is known as Cheerleading.…