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Who Should I Write My College Essay About Running

yeah i put mine on here about a month back and it got trashed haha but heres a revised version of it maybe it'll give you some ideas.

It was hot spring day, as I a short 13 year old boy stepped up to the starting line of the middle school regional 400 meter race. Sweat poured down my face and my nerves were high. It was the climax of my season, time to see if the daily practices and weekend runs would pay off. The gun went off; 57 seconds later I crossed the finish line. The top 4 finishers would go on to state…I didn’t make it. Despite all my work, the entire year had been lackluster; Hurricane Katrina had moved me to a strange new place. I had been forced to leave my family, friends, and the only home I had ever known.

On the bus ride home I sat contemplating the season, and asked myself, “What am I doing…why do I run?” I asked my mother (a former runner) when I got home what the point was, her next words changed my perspective. “Tristan, running is a lot like life. Much of what we have to do in life is not fun. We have to work at a job we don’t like, we have to put up with people who aggravate us, and we have to pay taxes. When circumstances are against us, we have to work through them instead of quitting, and we become better people for it.” It was then that I told myself “If you’re going to do this might as well do it the best you can.” From then on I decided that I would put in a new effort at practices and would run during the off season. My new hobby helped me cope and fill the void in my life.

This new attitude soon gained momentum and spread to the rest of my life between academics, sports, boy scouts, being a son, brother, and friend. As high school started and I began spending serious hours a week at running, my friends were puzzled and saw it as waste of time. Running had started off as a way to get my mind off my old life, but now it had evolved into my passion. Still I wasn’t immune to their comments and wondered if my 5am run every morning was more important than the party the night before or if my pushups and crunches were just a waste of time. I thought some times of hanging up the shoes, but then I always remembered the 2nd chance running had given me and my mother’s words.

When I reflect, I find that running has changed me from a carefree, just get by kid to a disciplined responsible young adult. For my junior year I had taken a full load of AP and Honors courses, to go along with Cross Country, Golf, Church, and Boy Scouts. My day went as such: 5am run, 8-3pm School, 4-6pm golf, 6-8pm church or scouts, 8-11pm homework. My friends and family had no idea how I could handle it, and even I wasn’t sure I could. But running had given me the stamina, discipline, and time management skills to get me in control of my schedule. Now as Senior I am again stretching myself to its boundaries. From my stressful AP courses, to youth group and Mass, to the late nights spent planning my Eagle Scout project, to the cold dark early morning 10 milers, I have strived to be more than ordinary. The University of Florida I know doesn’t accept ordinary, and that’s my reason for wanting to attend and become part of it. UF is for me because when I see people who are part of the Gator Nation I know I can relate with them, I know that they too didn’t settle for less, that they have the same drive and passion as I to go to the next level, and that together we are the ones that are going to make the difference.

When I wake up to the ear-splitting sound of my alarm clock, and blindly search for the snooze button, a sudden thought dawns: "What am I doing?"

The time is 5:30 AM; all is dark and hushed. My weary body feels completely drained of energy. While straining to open my eyes, still warm and snug in my comfortable bed, I am overcome with a feeling of lethargy. "Perhaps I should call in sick." Despite all my musing, and my bed's magnetic pull, I still manage to rise each morning at this ungodly hour to join the cross-country running team in rigorous training.

Cross-country running, a sport that requires the fusing of body and mind, strives to maximize your physical ability by testing your mental tenacity. Everyday represents a new struggle to beat yesterday's maximum output, an issue of mind over matter. I have known the agony of this conflict since I joined the newly established cross-country team. As convincing as my morning doubts are, I do not heed them. Through pains and sprains and through adverse weather and unfavorable conditions, I run because I made up my mind three years ago to succeed.

With amenities such as cars and buses, I have no pragmatic reason to use my feet, especially if I lack a destination. I do not run to the gym to acquire a stylish figure, for my slender frame does not require it. And this grueling run differs from a relaxing jog to a coffee shop. I am pushing myself constantly to run faster and farther, for my team as well as for personal glory. Somehow with tireless effort and unflagging commitment, I run through the sleeping streets of my neighborhood with the awareness that I am steadily reaching my goal-maintaining the discipline that cross-country demands. In my mind I see a victory line that symbolizes the results of perseverance and hard work. This line makes me realize that ambition and tenacity do not go in vain. And it constantly reminds me that all those mornings in which I struggled to leave my cozy cocoon have allowed me to fly.

While the world slept, I, Jane Smith, was awake and working hard to attain my goal. I feel more confident now, that on the road of life, when others may be walking, I will be running. I will run through ankle injuries and through fatigue. I will endure the inevitable hills and valleys. I will endure, and I will achieve.


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