Comp and Lit 1
It's sweltering hot out, at least 95 degrees with no breeze or shade. I feel nothing but the sun reflecting off my skin and sweat dripping down my face. My teammates and fans are cheering me on along with my coach, who happens to be my father, telling me to "Push it!" I play this scenario over and over again hoping it will ease the pressure, but nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
Bottom of the seventh inning, bases loaded, two outs, my team is up by one run, and the count on the batter is three balls and two strikes. To outsiders watching it's just a game, win or loose it means nothing. To me- the player, it means everything. My ten-year-old heart is beating faster than a speeding bullet as I look at the batter. There she is, about ten years old and shaking at home plate. The catcher is screaming, shouting, "Come on it's just me and you!" I walk to the back of the circle and clear my head. I can only in-vision the catcher and the eleven-inch ball I am tightly gripping in the palm of my hand. My coach calls a change up to be my pitch of the game. Inside I am nervous but on the outside I keep a strait face and show no fear as I step onto the pitchers mound. There it goes, "Strike three, you're out!" Everyone starts screaming and jumping for joy as I stand still thinking to my self how I just won my first 10U competitive softball tournament. Seven years later, I still over come that fear and use the pressure to succeed every time I am at the mound. That adrenalin rush is what keeps me going. I know I will continue to face pressure as I go through life and I hope I can refer to this experience to help me through.
For the past twelve years I have worked hard at becoming the best athlete I can be. Along the way, I determined the young woman I am now. Through all of my injures, and there were quite a few, I learned to work with what I could. When I broke my...