Up until this moment, my passion for sports was nonexistent. The word itself was almost not a part of my vocabulary. Ever since I was a young kid, my parents tried putting me in every sport they could. Like most parents, they wanted to make me happy, so finding my interests and talents in life was one of their many goals. It all started out with me being on a tee ball team with all boys. I hated those games, which felt like eternity, and not to mention the fact that I was surrounded by boy cooties made it even worse. That was only the beginning of my journey with sports.
Several years flew by, still, I was sure sports would never be a part of my life. I’d come to the conclusion that I should just stick to academics and music, which is what I’ve always been best at. Then, the second half of my freshman year of high school approached, and thoughts ran through my head, “Should I go out for track?”, “It’s just running, and there’s no ball to keep control of. I can handle that, can’t I?” Despite the butterflies, constant scenarios circling around in my head of failing, and back and forth conversations with myself, I decided I would go out. …show more content…
I’m talking heart pounding, sweat dripping, heavy breathing rough. I continued to try my best, and go through the motions. Then came the first home meet of my high school track career. The thought of that made my heartrate go way up, and every time it was brought up I just tried to tell myself, “It’s going to be alright, Lauren.”
So, now, it’s the home meet, and my next race is the open 200. I’m pacing back and forth on the field doing my stretches and breathing in and out the sweet-smelling grass slowly, to prepare for my race. There’s a slight, cool breeze that whistles when it blows through my thin warmups, but it keeps me relaxed. Suddenly, I hear a man call, “200-meter dash, first heat.” My heart drops. That’s
Several years flew by, still, I was sure sports would never be a part of my life. I’d come to the conclusion that I should just stick to academics and music, which is what I’ve always been best at. Then, the second half of my freshman year of high school approached, and thoughts ran through my head, “Should I go out for track?”, “It’s just running, and there’s no ball to keep control of. I can handle that, can’t I?” Despite the butterflies, constant scenarios circling around in my head of failing, and back and forth conversations with myself, I decided I would go out. …show more content…
I’m talking heart pounding, sweat dripping, heavy breathing rough. I continued to try my best, and go through the motions. Then came the first home meet of my high school track career. The thought of that made my heartrate go way up, and every time it was brought up I just tried to tell myself, “It’s going to be alright, Lauren.”
So, now, it’s the home meet, and my next race is the open 200. I’m pacing back and forth on the field doing my stretches and breathing in and out the sweet-smelling grass slowly, to prepare for my race. There’s a slight, cool breeze that whistles when it blows through my thin warmups, but it keeps me relaxed. Suddenly, I hear a man call, “200-meter dash, first heat.” My heart drops. That’s