Sunday, 1 April 2012
Pre season match vs karori
Gearing up for my teams second pre season match. All on Tawa K9's vs Karori
Athletics Day
It was a cold crisp day at Tawa Intermediate in Wellington, but not even this horrid weather could dampen the spirits of hopeful kids, who dream of progressing through to the next round of the athletics. All the students gradually packed into the quad waiting with anxious nerves, wondering what event they will be sent to first.
Me and all the other year 7 boys were sent to discus first on the college field. At first I wasn’t feeling very confident, but after I had my first uneasy throw, that feeling just left my insides. But just after my throw Miss Tito shouted out a measly 1... it shot through me like a metal bullet.
Shot put was next. When I heard this annoying news I let out a sigh and continued to our destination. there I was holding an anchor like metal, solid ball of defeat. I took a deep breath and pushed my scrawny arm through the frosty morning air, only to my disaray Mr Savill called out a disappointing 1.
Next in store for the hopeful year 7’s was long jump. YES! I thought to myself something I have a chance at doing well at. We then gather round the sand pit with Mr Skipworth. He started explaining the rules and what you can and can’t do. Soon enough everyone was lined up at a certain distance of about 20 metres. I was first. I slowly got off the mark but picking up speed quickly then I leaped just before the white line THUD! went my feet on the soft, dry sand. To my amazement he called out 3! the highest number you can get I jumped a decent distance of 3.55metres. I was so filled with happiness.
At the end of the day I wasn’t very excited with the results that I’ve produced during our tiring events. But I was still proud of myself.
Me and all the other year 7 boys were sent to discus first on the college field. At first I wasn’t feeling very confident, but after I had my first uneasy throw, that feeling just left my insides. But just after my throw Miss Tito shouted out a measly 1... it shot through me like a metal bullet.
Shot put was next. When I heard this annoying news I let out a sigh and continued to our destination. there I was holding an anchor like metal, solid ball of defeat. I took a deep breath and pushed my scrawny arm through the frosty morning air, only to my disaray Mr Savill called out a disappointing 1.
Next in store for the hopeful year 7’s was long jump. YES! I thought to myself something I have a chance at doing well at. We then gather round the sand pit with Mr Skipworth. He started explaining the rules and what you can and can’t do. Soon enough everyone was lined up at a certain distance of about 20 metres. I was first. I slowly got off the mark but picking up speed quickly then I leaped just before the white line THUD! went my feet on the soft, dry sand. To my amazement he called out 3! the highest number you can get I jumped a decent distance of 3.55metres. I was so filled with happiness.
At the end of the day I wasn’t very excited with the results that I’ve produced during our tiring events. But I was still proud of myself.
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