In the movie “ Cool Runnings”, the director mixes all different emotions with a storyline proving you can do anything that you put your mind to. The movie begins with Olympic hopeful Derice, running across Jamaica. He is doing this because he is training for the 1988 Olympic Games, and hopes to be a gold-medal winner just like his father was.. Then later on in the day, it’s race time. He’s confident he can represent Jamaica because he has been training for a long time for it. The whole country comes to watch the Olympic hopefuls compete in hope to represent the country . Derice and all the other hopefuls line up for the race, and about halfway through, one of the runners trips and also trips Derice and another contestant who surely would have…
Growing up, my siblings and I participated in a variety of competitive sports. For my brother and me, this consisted of soccer, basketball, and running track. We would constantly practice together and would make every aspect of it a competition. For example, whoever was breathing hardest at the end of a sprint lost, whoever shot more goals in soccer won, and whoever could dodge and fake out the other was the best athlete in the family. I would try and try to beat my brother but he always found a way to get the upper hand. Compared to my brother, I saw myself as a failure. It wasn’t until one parent teacher conference night that i realized that I was far more academically capable than my older brother. I had better grades and was more well liked…
I attempt to look at the board but it is obscured my waiting swimmers, coaches and officials. My coaches are screaming and holding up four fingers. I can’t believe it, I dropped four seconds. I beat out the girl on the opposite side of the pool by 0.10 seconds. I pull myself from the pool, my hands shaking and my knees weak and run to my friends as I get hugged, slapped on the back.…
I attempted to run longer before I stopped and began walking. I paced myself and even endeavored to keep up with some of the faster people on the team. Gradually, week after week, I could see myself progressing from a time in the mid-forties, to the low-forties, and finally into the thirties range. Between the first meet and regionals, we had about six more races, and regrettably, I came in last place in three of them. However, I refused to let my losses stand in the way of my motivation to get better. I kept training and before I knew it, it was the day of the regional…
To express his believe about stretching one’s limit, the great Guy Finley had once stated, “The limit of your present understanding is not the limit of your possibilities.” Inspired by his quote, I, Giang Pham, believe that I would be a valuable member of McGarvin’s Academic Pentathlon team. Based on my personal knowledge of Pentathlon, I have first-handedly experience the soul of a Pentathlete through various study sessions at Ethan Allen. Because of this, I have developed a deep insight of the components necessary to be a true Pentathlete. In addition to having first-hand experience, I also have extremely high expectations for both myself and other students, for it is essential in my academic growth. With this, one like myself could ultimately…
Taylor, M.K., Gould, D., & Rolo, C. (2008). Performance strategies of us olympians in practice and competition. High Ability Studies, 19(1), 19-36.…
My freshman year, I decided to join my high school Cross Country team. When I started running, it quickly became clear that I was not a gifted athlete. I was slow and often did not enjoy the sport. When the season first started, it took me forty minutes to run a 5k. This time was appalling but oddly, it was what kept me from giving up. There were times when I wanted to quit and go back to never running but the thought of that forty-minute 5k stopped me from doing so. I stayed on the team and pushed myself harder and harder every day. When I felt like stopping, I made myself go even further. I came to practice every single day and sometimes I stayed late. On the days that we did not have practice as a team, I ran on my own. I was dedicated…
A) As a team of 8 the varsity could not row together efficiently. No one took a leadership position while several where disrupters by talking during practice or criticizing others. The team had a negative view of CEP training and weren’t open to change while the J.V. players were. Negative thinkers “ I never thought I would be the weak link, but on this race, I am sure of it.” J.V. were positive with a one for all approach: “were rowing for every guy in that boat because we don’t want to let him down”.The coach and the Varsity members were critiqued individually while the J.V. where critiqued as one. Varsity members felt alone and that they were “carrying the team”. J.V. always…
Upon my arrival to my first varsity practice, I immediately noticed an increased amount of intensity and focus. I knew I would have to work even harder to keep up with the bigger and stronger players. After a week of varsity practice, however, I felt accepted on the team. The team had a solid week of practice, and we were prepared to take…
When at the age of five, my parents began to experiment with and place me in many different activities. The first activity was gymnastics, which was a complete failure. The gym instructor would lift my body to the high bars so I can get a feel for it and in that moment I knew it wasn’t for me. The second activity my parents decided I should try next was track and field. Track was fun at first, I actually like to run and I was pretty fast, I believed. When I joined the track team the season was going to begin soon only giving me three weeks to prepare myself for my first track meet. I trained for a while thinking I was decent ready for what life has to throw at me, then the day of the track meet arrived.…
I was not on the team so I could not really get good practice. I then realized that I have three more years to make varsity and I can never give up. I started working really hard and grinding out long days of practice. Ball after ball and stroke after stroke over the course of the year got me a lot better. The next year was my sophomore year and I knew this was my time. Tryout weeks started and…
At 7:25am, I arrived at practice and was quickly spotted by the coach. He called me over and said, "You're a big, fast guy, and I want you to be a sprinter." I knew I was fast, but I thought that being 6'1 and 225 pounds, I would be considered overweight to be a sprinter. As the week went on, I qualified for the 200 meters in the Sophomore Invitational, which I ended up placing third in. After finishing the race, I felt energized, and my coach recognized my potential to be a 400 meter runner.…
I always excelled in sports and I have always seemed to learn new things quite fast. Lacrosse was different. The day my friend Riley Carr had came down to my house and asked if I wanted to join the Canton Lacrosse Michigan youth team was life changing. I agreed to play but only because it was both of our first times playing and I didn’t want to be embarrassed alone. As you can probably guess, My first few years playing were not very good and I was still unskilled in the game. As soon as 7th grade came around, My Canton team was unstoppable! We were beating the top 10 teams in the state by HUGE numbers! It wasn’t even fair for the other teams. We were winning every tournament and championship we attended, and I was having my breakout season. This journey lasted all the was through middle school and to the day our middle school careers were over, and we were separated to different schools. It was a sad day knowing I would never get to play with these kids again who over the years, I had made very strong bonds with. I would not change a thing about my decision to play lacrosse.…
Counting to eight as I slowly raise one of my leg to do a “ballet leg” in the water was something that 6th grade me never imagined doing. Tossing a ball up to serve and trying to keep the ball in play to win a point was another thing that 6th grade me never imagined doing. What’s another thing that 6th grade me never imagined doing? Running with a pole down a straight path to get my whole body over a bar. So you can maybe already guess that 6th grade me wasn’t fond of sports. The reason why I just didn’t like sports wasn’t because I didn’t have an athletic ability or found it plain stupid, like most people do. The real reason why I didn’t like sports was that anxiety has taken over in me. Anxiety made me believe I didn’t have an athletic…
Beamish, R & Ritchie, I. (2006). Fastest, Highest, Strongest: a critique of high performance sport. Routledge.…