What It's Like To Miss A Sport You Thought You'd Never Think Twice Of

What It's Like To Miss A Sport You Thought You'd Never Think Twice Of

For every runner out there we all know that "our sport is your sports punishment."
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Thinking about pulling my hair back into ponytail, grabbing my spikes and jersey one last time, sets me back into the feels of being a student athlete. As the fall season rolls around, I’m driving by looking out my window at my small town, driving past my old high school seeing the boys practice outside on the field for football. I see the girls practicing soccer or tennis or whatever it may be. Then,I see the cross country runners. I never thought I would say it, but I do miss it.

At the time, I couldn’t wait until it was over. I am surprised now, two years later, that I am saying I miss my high school sports. I was never really dedicated to the sports I was in, I didn’t take them as seriously as I should have like how others did. It makes me feel a little regretful. I did the sport more for enjoyment and to stay in shape or for the people in it. I can remember looking at the clock, sitting in 6th hour, seeing the time come to 2:35pm, knowing I had to go to practice right after school; dreading it I might add. Taking on a sport in high school is a lot of hard work. There is a lot of time, commitment, and dedication put into it, along with doing school work, obtaining your social status in school and still making time for other activities. My advice to everyone in high school right now involved in a sport, don’t wish it away.

There was a time during high school where I didn’t think I could do it anymore so I decided to give it up, so I chose to quit one of my favorite sports. Realizing at the time that I should just grind it out, I decided to go back about a year or so later. Somehow I did miss running three-five miles everyday, missed the bus rides to meets, the pasta nights, the classic Duluth meet and the aches and pains and how tired you get. I don’t know how, but I did miss it all and I still do. It gave me that feeling of accomplishment when I got done with a race or even practice, that I should feel proud of myself and even proud of the team. Too many people underestimate the sport: cross country and track. For every runner out there, we all know that, "our sport is your sports punishment."

I always wished more people went out to try out for cross country. I guess it never really seemed to be the status quo, we had a lot smaller team because of it. All I know is that I made some really good friends on the team, some people I never would have thought about talking to before. It felt like a family, we were all so close. That’s what you should feel when you’re in a sport, through the good times and the hard times. You’re all in it together going through some of the same things. I enjoyed being on a team that was co-ed because a majority of sports is either just boys on the team or just girls. I got to see other people's perspectives on why they joined the sport themselves.

I can still feel my adrenaline going thinking about running a race. That's how I know I still miss it. I can still picture every course I have ever ran like no other. I just hope everyone can have that same feeling and experience as I did, and still feel it two years later.

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20 Signs You Were A High School Cheerleader

You got really tired of hearing, "Point your toes."
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Cheerleading is something you'll never forget. It takes hard work, dedication, and comes with its ups and downs. Here are some statements that every cheerleader, past and present, know to be true.

1. You always had bobby pins with you.

2. Fear shot through you if you couldn't find your spankees right away and thought you left them at home.

3. You accumulated about 90 new pairs of tennis shoes...

4. ...and about 90 new bows, bags, socks, and warm ups.

5. When you hear certain songs from old cheer dance mixes it either ruins your day or brings back happy memories.

6. And chances are, you still remember every move to those dances.

7. Sometimes you catch yourself standing with your hands on your hips.

8. You know the phrase, "One more time, ladies" all too well.

9. The hospitality rooms were always one of the biggest perks of going to tournaments (at least for me).

10. You got really tired of hearing, "Point your toes."

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11. If you left the gym at half-time to go get something, you better be back by the time the boys run back out.

12. You knew how awkward it could be on the bus rides home after the boys lost.

13. But you also knew how fun it could be if they won.

14. Figuring out line-up was extremely important – especially if one of your members was gone.

15. New uniforms were so exciting; minus the fact that they cost a fortune.

16. You know there was nothing worse than when you called out an offense cheer but halfway through, you had to switch to the defense version because someone turned over the ball.

17. You still know the school fight song by heart and every move that goes with it.

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18. UCA Cheer Camp cheers and chants still haunt you to this day.

19. You know the difference between a clasp and a clap. Yes, they're different.

20. There's always a part of you that will miss cheering and it will always have a place in your heart.

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My High School Tutor Got Me To College When I Had Cancer

There were days when we worked for four or five hours.

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Four years ago, tenth grade was a hell filled with doctor appointments, chemotherapy and school (when I wasn't puking my guts up or sleeping for hours.)

Originally, you became my tutor because I couldn't stand school with my concussion, one of the worst to date. By January, my headaches became the least of my worries when I was diagnosed with cancer.

My parents, my doctors and I decided that I should continue being homebound tutored for the rest of the year. Often times when kids go through cancer treatment, their schooling is put on hold or lessened temporarily.

But I decided I'd at least try and you were along for the ride.

I did what I could when I could, whether it be taking a test in the dining room with your assistance or pouring over math with a chemo drip in my port.

Neither of us completely understood the stuff so we were learning as we went, which is harder than you think when it comes to tenth-grade work.

There were days when we worked for four or five hours because I was feeling okay. We worked through dinner and my siblings' games.

Almost every day that you came I completed some sort of work that was to be turned in as soon as possible. However, as the school year went on and I began getting more side effects, my work slowed down a little.

Not significantly, just a little. But it was enough for me to fall behind.

The work I received from my teachers slowed down to a trickle until almost nothing came through. I didn't know why because we were still doing our part.

Shortly after, I found out that my teachers had given up on me, assuming I'd just repeat the tenth grade. They clearly didn't know me.

After we had a long talk with the counselor, I was given until August to finish my school work or I'd have to repeat the grade. You showed up at my house almost every day over the summer, even though you could've been doing so many other things and we finished tenth grade.

By the end of the school year, you felt like part of the family. My family and I can't thank you enough for everything you did.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in my sophomore year of college pursuing a career in journalism.

If it wasn't for you, I'd have repeated tenth grade.

If it wasn't for you, the teachers would've been right in giving up on me.

If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I'd be.

Thank you so much.



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