Essay About Powerlifting

For a long time in my life, I thought I was just adequate. I was smart, but not the smartest. I was good at softball, but not the greatest. I was decent at volleyball and basketball, but my height made it hard to be a formidable force. I was fast, but never the fastest. It truly seemed that I was just never meant to be outstanding in any way, shape, or form. In fact, being the shortest of my grade was the only “wow” factor about me. One event, or shall I say sport, changed that all, though. A sport that many people shy away from is the one I embrace with open arms. I am talking about the sport of powerlifting.
I was introduced to powerlifting the summer before my freshman year by my cousin who was going to be a junior. She had participated in the sport since her freshman year, and she was trying to convince me to go along the same path. She mentioned how there were only about six girls who were going to participate, and half of them were going to be seniors. It seemed like anytime I would talk about powerlifting
Turns out, for a 4’11 girl, I can squat a lot, to be specific; I ended my junior year with a 300 pound squat. My goal for my senior year is around 350 pounds. That’s the thing about powerlifting; it has shown me that even with the seemingly most outrageous goals, if I put in my time, dedication, and hard work I can achieve whatever I want. Which is why I am applying to TAMU, it has long been a dream of mine that seemed impossible. Turns out it’s not. I’ve worked extremely hard in my academics and extra-curricular activities to be a model student and to hold a spot in the Top 10% of my class. Powerlifting has given me this confidence, and ability to be like this, and while I would not say that powerlifting is my identity, I can easily say it helped me find