Although I had always found pitching very compulsive I would always try to avoid it. The experience I lacked in that position made my thought I could never succeed at playing adequately. On the other hand, my coach would always insist for me to attempt it, but would always fail to convince me. After some weeks of putting some thought …show more content…
Sweat started dripping from my head, I was really nervous. Not only were my hands shaking, but my arm was sore from all the practices I have had. “Push through the pain”, I told myself as I started warming up. Ignoring how fast my heart was beating and how sore my arm was, I started walking towards the pitcher’s position. As I started getting, I could feel all eyes on me. Suddenly a necessity to having to do good do arose as well as my anxiety. Trying to relax myself, I took a deep breath and took a glance at my strike zone. As I examined the batter, I started feeling certain about myself. I knew that I was ready, so I started getting ready to do my pitch. By the time I had released the ball, I closed my eyes so I would not see the disappointment in my coach’s face if the ball had not aimed for the strike zone. “Good job Blanca, just like that!” When I heard that, I instantly opened my eyes and saw that I had made a low strike. Delighted by what had happened, I decided to focus just on myself in order to not feel any pressure. Furthermore, the entire game felt like if me and the catcher were the only ones playing; everyone else was not there. What I felt in that game, was a feeling of contentment I had never felt before. I never imagined that learning how to pitch was going to bring me great