Fell running

It all started my freshman year of high school. My second year of running cross county I did not really try at first until one day when our coach said if you do not give it your all every day you cannot go to the state cross country meet. We had a few weeks till our first meet and we were far be hide but catching up fast. The times were getting faster and faster, but at the rate we were going we would not make the first meet with goo scores. We all sat down and talked “we all have to reach deep…

this quote from running legend Steve Prefontaine, I had already known it to be true. It was one of the many things that i have learned from my experiences as a cross country runner. Cross country has taught me perseverance, optimism, and leadership. I consider my experiences as a runner to be just as educational as my time as a student. When I started running as a freshman, I consistently finished last, at a time of about 26 minutes for a 5k race. Running wasn't easy for me, running was…

Cross country running is a team or individuals running sport which may consist on running through grass, wooded uphill and downhill areas and sometimes gravel roads. This is a sport men or women of all ages can participate in year round. Many cross runners become involved in the sport during their high school years and continue doing it as a way to stay fit over the years. Cross county running has been around since the beginning of time it was referred to as “hare and hound” or “the paper…

different. As I was staring at the sign-up sheet one day, I thought “What the heck is cross country?” That’s when I wrote my name down. I remember asking my mom to explain it to me and thought “I'm only doing this because I’ve got to be better at running than volleyball, right? How hard can it even be?” I was wrong. It was harder than I thought to run as fast as I could for 1.7 miles. Striving to better my time each race, I was confident that this was now my favorite sport. It was a frigid,…

On your marks...Bang! That is the sound of the gun going off, and hundreds of kids running like a stampede to one destination, the finish line. Many people think that Cross Country is just a hard sport to do and think why would someone want to run for fun. Well, it isn’t fun, and it is hard, but the friends that I have made in the sport, are some that I will never forget. It’s not just that, but it is a sport that helps, whether it’s getting someone in shape, or helping them realize that they…

Track Season Hot, sweaty, and tiring; there is nothing like track season. My love for track started when I was in elementary school. We had field days, and every field day we had an event called the relay race. I was last leg and everyone was always looking forward to seeing my performance. My relay team always won because I was the one who brought in the gold. Those years are now a memory. When my senior year of high school started, things started to get bumpy; I rarely attended practice…

Running in circles In my first year of middle school, I joined cross country. Each meet I see the pain and frustration in runners faces. It didn't matter if they were in front of you or not. Each meet was like this, except it was different people every time. Everyone is trying to triumph and persevere. It was hard for there to be a time that someone didn't try enough so you couldn't see their boiling sweaty head. When It did happen, then you could almost see they had a conflict on the inside.…

ultramarathon is a feat for anyone. Everyone thought it would be impossible for a 16 year old girl. So why not? As a varsity cross country runner I am no stranger to running. The contradictory love-hate relationship strains the mind and body like to no other. My junior year cross country began to lose its appeal. The distances, the races, and the running in general had become monotonous. I live by the phrase “To be outstanding- you must become comfortable with being uncomfortable.” I constantly…

My efforts to finish Bloomsday My finest accomplishment was completed when I was nine. This achievement was done with the help of my family's athletic ability and capability to run. They indoctrinated me to believe in running. That's why I'm a runner today. My family convinced me to do Bloomsday. At first I did not want to but they are good convincers Bloomsday is a 12k race that makes Spokane famous. People come from around the world to race in it. So I was very jubilant when I was told I was…

Jello. The blistering sun filtered through the small canopy making the suffocating temperature even more unbearable. I swiped away the sweat running down my face. Just one more mile to conquer and I would be home. My legs were screaming in protest with every pounding step I took. I wasn't an athlete no where near one and I hated to run, unless I was running away from gym class. I don't know why, but my feet never did what I wanted them to do. It was as if my body wasn't completely connected…