Day and night, I devoted my free time to get better at soccer. Thus, improving my kicks, accuracy, speed, stamina, and strength. I was never capable to kick a ball further than 20 feet so I created strategies to help me build strength on my legs. For example, in my back yard I would stand a few feet away from the brick, aim to a certain brick I’d like to kick the ball to, if I hit the brick I then would step a few steps back and repeat. I practiced for about 6 months straight after the season was over; I was determined to make it to varsity my junior year. It was mentally difficult to stay determined to achieve my goal as well as physically due to the lack of support and summer heat. In my junior year, we skipped conditioning and went straight
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Once I finally received my Doctor’s consent to play, I came back better than ever. I remember repeatedly told myself this was the year I had to break my bad luck. Sure enough, I became captain with my best friend Elexis. We lead our team practices, we taught what we knew, and we played like champions. Being able to be a part of a family and develop a sisterhood with 22 girls is an incredible unique priceless gift. Soccer had became my drug and each day I was more and more addicted to playing and creating memories with my soccer family. Consequently, when there is good there will always be bad. My team started losing one game after the other, my teammates where suffering from injuries, and other’s where being prohibited to play due to bad grades. On the night of our last game against Westview, we all had hoped that the eleven of the remaining eligible players, no substitutes, could have taken the win. However, a hurricane of hungry soccer players whipped us off our feet and buried our drained bodies in their own soil. On that night, a wave of emotion crashed down on me; I didn’t know what was to blame but myself. I couldn’t manage to get myself together and be there for my team who was embarrassedly demoralized. As well as I, every time Westview scored on us I looked over at the stands to find out my father, after 6 years of playing soccer this was the only game he had attended. Once the
Once I finally received my Doctor’s consent to play, I came back better than ever. I remember repeatedly told myself this was the year I had to break my bad luck. Sure enough, I became captain with my best friend Elexis. We lead our team practices, we taught what we knew, and we played like champions. Being able to be a part of a family and develop a sisterhood with 22 girls is an incredible unique priceless gift. Soccer had became my drug and each day I was more and more addicted to playing and creating memories with my soccer family. Consequently, when there is good there will always be bad. My team started losing one game after the other, my teammates where suffering from injuries, and other’s where being prohibited to play due to bad grades. On the night of our last game against Westview, we all had hoped that the eleven of the remaining eligible players, no substitutes, could have taken the win. However, a hurricane of hungry soccer players whipped us off our feet and buried our drained bodies in their own soil. On that night, a wave of emotion crashed down on me; I didn’t know what was to blame but myself. I couldn’t manage to get myself together and be there for my team who was embarrassedly demoralized. As well as I, every time Westview scored on us I looked over at the stands to find out my father, after 6 years of playing soccer this was the only game he had attended. Once the