This year had been the year after what I thought was my biggest failure of all time, a little dramatic, but what can I say? I’m a teenager. I had the passion to win this year, I even tried a second event. Let’s just say that did not last very long, because I thoroughly hate running, especially the 400 meter dash. This year was an up and down kind of year, I had started off great at the beginning of the season and declined for the rest of the season, except for districts and state. I tend to take pressure well, especially in track on big meet days, feeling like you are going to vomit every five minutes is a good thing for me. If I did not feel that way, I would not care about this sport so much. That brings me to state track of sophomore year, the least confident I have ever been at state. This year I told myself not to worry about what height I clear or what will happen, just go have fun with it. I have two more years to completely take it seriously and perform at my best. So, I was obviously extremely nervous, but not as nervous as the year before, I had kept telling myself that the height does not matter, I made it to state and that is all that matters. Nonetheless, that is what I did, I went out and jumped. That year I had done better height wise and improvement wise for me as an athlete. Placing wise, not so much, but I was just happy that I …show more content…
Junior year was also an up and down year for me, I had recently had many things going on in my personal life and I was very distracted through my whole season. Therefore, my season started of bad it continually grew as I grew. This season it was hard for me to get to where I was last year and become more consistent with my jumping, I had a few bad meets at the beginning of the season. But, with the training I had been through I had finally improved tremendously as an athlete and blew the district meet out of the water. State here I come, for my third year in a row, I did not seem to be nervous at all. I was a veteran of the Burke state track meet, was my thought. I had gone up to take my first jump, not feeling nervous, and I missed. At that point I ran to my coach and said, “I guess I was a little more nervous than I thought.” As my second jump approaches, I end up sailing over, like I knew I could. Before every jump after that I would take a huge deep breath and stare at the bar, I am not too sure if I am expecting it to lower or what, but I know at that moment I am completely focused. With hits and misses, I end up with a seventh place medal, my best year so far. At that point standing in front of the bar after that first jump, I realized that I had changed so much since freshman year. I had experiences behind my belt that I wish I didn’t have, but that day it made me see that I had changed for the better and the whole