The Life of an Athlete
September 20, 2013
The Life of an Athlete It was a Saturday morning; I could hear the birds flying overhead, and the girls complaining of being too tired to practice. We were awake before sunrise, standing out on that field ready to practice. Maybe not so much awake as we were so close to sleeping on the floor. The smell of freshly drug dirt, as well as the freshly cut grass, filled our noses as we inhaled and deeply exhaled with our morning jog. The pain, or struggle, for some was the success, or competition, for others.
When I first switched to playing softball, I had no clue how to play any position. Being an athlete also came with many hardships such as drama and injuries. As the years went by, I had many coaches that were very passionate about the sport as well. The fact that being on the field takes away all of my worries and just lets me be me without having to prove myself to anyone has made me a better player and a better person overall.
I have played softball since I was five years old and I continue to play to this day. A few years ago I was on a softball team; the best girls from my league were on it. It was challenging enough to where I could handle it, as well as exciting enough to where I enjoyed every minute I played. Playing on that team made me realize how talented I was, and it has made me a better player. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been playing sports. Whether it was soccer, softball, or any other type of physical activity, I always had a smile on my face. I always cheer on my teammates and I always listen to what I am told to do.
With making the best team in my league, there came some rough patches along the way. Everyone who plays the sport knows that most coaches like to play daddy ball; the coaches have daughters on the team and play them over the other girls. Fortunately, that is not what was wrong with my team. Because this team was full of high school girls, there was always drama between the players. For example, one
The Life of an Athlete It was a Saturday morning; I could hear the birds flying overhead, and the girls complaining of being too tired to practice. We were awake before sunrise, standing out on that field ready to practice. Maybe not so much awake as we were so close to sleeping on the floor. The smell of freshly drug dirt, as well as the freshly cut grass, filled our noses as we inhaled and deeply exhaled with our morning jog. The pain, or struggle, for some was the success, or competition, for others.
When I first switched to playing softball, I had no clue how to play any position. Being an athlete also came with many hardships such as drama and injuries. As the years went by, I had many coaches that were very passionate about the sport as well. The fact that being on the field takes away all of my worries and just lets me be me without having to prove myself to anyone has made me a better player and a better person overall.
I have played softball since I was five years old and I continue to play to this day. A few years ago I was on a softball team; the best girls from my league were on it. It was challenging enough to where I could handle it, as well as exciting enough to where I enjoyed every minute I played. Playing on that team made me realize how talented I was, and it has made me a better player. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been playing sports. Whether it was soccer, softball, or any other type of physical activity, I always had a smile on my face. I always cheer on my teammates and I always listen to what I am told to do.
With making the best team in my league, there came some rough patches along the way. Everyone who plays the sport knows that most coaches like to play daddy ball; the coaches have daughters on the team and play them over the other girls. Fortunately, that is not what was wrong with my team. Because this team was full of high school girls, there was always drama between the players. For example, one