"Chris, I'm gonna make a run for it. Lay some cover fire for me."
"Got it," He replied. "In 3, 2, 1, GO!"
I sprinted towards another cluster of barrels. "Thanks, Chris!" I shouted.
I peeked around the side of the barrels. I saw someone's head pop up above the tables. A number of paintballs flew out of my gun, and he ducked down.
"Front line, advance in 3, 2, 1!" My friend, Roan shouted. I knew that this meant for us to lay some cover fire for the front line. I fired a few paintballs out of my gun again. I looked at everyone in front of me. I decided to make a run for it. I fired a few paintballs out of my gun and started running.
And the next thing I knew, a paintball pelted me in the head. "Ouch!" I shouted in shock. I hadn't expected the shot to hurt so much. But I knew what this meant. It meant I was out.
I started walking towards the sides of the battlefield, but suddenly, my friend, James, fell down, clutching his head. "Aaah!" He shouted.
I ran towards him. Are you okay? Then, a Marshall came running towards him. The Marshall helped him up. According to him, he had been shot in the back of the head by friendly fire. Together, we started walking out of the paintball field.
In the 2nd game, we played in a different field. This field had a small house on stilts, so I got up on it and started sniping everyone. I managed to snipe a few people from the house. After a few minutes, the game started to get intense. My friend, Benny, walked down the house and became my undercover agent.
"They're in the other house!" He shouted back to me.
"Really?" I asked him again as I fired a few paintballs towards the other house. "Benny, there's someone a few barrels from you!"
I started frantically pulling the trigger of the gun. Not after long, I saw the person raise their hand, which meant that they were out. I started firing a few bullets towards the other house. After 1 more minute, I heard the Marshall shout: "Game over!"
I slowly climbed down the tall house. The match was over.
P.S.: Do not do this at home - I doubt that you will, but still, do not do this at home.
Showing posts with label P.E (Athletics). Show all posts
Showing posts with label P.E (Athletics). Show all posts
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Friday, May 24, 2019
The Swimming Carnival/Wet 'n Wild
I heard the beep of Coach Jorge's whistle and got up on the blocks.
I steadied myself, putting my strong leg, my right leg, at the back so I would be able to get a decent head start.
"On your marks," Coach Jorge said. I put my hands down by the blocks and tightened my body.
"GO!" Coach Jorge shouted. I blasted off and dove into the water. We were swimming freestyle, and I knew that lots of people in my heat were pretty fast when it came to freestyle.
Kick! Kick! I thought to myself, frantically pulling my arms back and fourth, trying to reach the finish line first.
I saw the flags in front of me, telling me that there were 5 more meters to go. I kicked and pulled my hands and legs even harder. I slammed my hand on the finish line. Yes! I had came 2nd out of the 25 meter freestyle race. A teacher gave me a wristband. A wristband was what the P.E. department gave us every year as a compliment for finishing the race.
I opened the gate and headed outside for the next activity - wet and wild. Because I was given the number 2 by Mr. Ross, I headed to the slip and slide, which was the first activity my group (group 2) was going to do. Chris went first, and I went next. I ran and fell on my belly, sliding on the soap on the slip and slide.
Our next activity was a game where we were given a container with holes in it. We were supposed to cover the holes with our teammates and get the water in the container to another bucket, where we would empty the container. We then ran back to fill the container with water again, covered the holes, and brought the water to the other bucket. The team with the most water in the container then won. Our team tied with another team for 1st place.
Next, we went to an activity where we had a few sponges. We were to fill the sponge with water, then run to another bucket to release the water in the sponge. Then, another teammate would run to fill the bucket with water as we ran back to pass the sponge to another person. Overall, we got 2nd place.
After that, we got to eat snacks. Each person was allowed one bag of popcorn and one popsicle. Overall, I thought that today was a meaningful day of exercise. We all had a lot of fun. It was a great day.
I steadied myself, putting my strong leg, my right leg, at the back so I would be able to get a decent head start.
"On your marks," Coach Jorge said. I put my hands down by the blocks and tightened my body.
"GO!" Coach Jorge shouted. I blasted off and dove into the water. We were swimming freestyle, and I knew that lots of people in my heat were pretty fast when it came to freestyle.
Kick! Kick! I thought to myself, frantically pulling my arms back and fourth, trying to reach the finish line first.
I saw the flags in front of me, telling me that there were 5 more meters to go. I kicked and pulled my hands and legs even harder. I slammed my hand on the finish line. Yes! I had came 2nd out of the 25 meter freestyle race. A teacher gave me a wristband. A wristband was what the P.E. department gave us every year as a compliment for finishing the race.
I opened the gate and headed outside for the next activity - wet and wild. Because I was given the number 2 by Mr. Ross, I headed to the slip and slide, which was the first activity my group (group 2) was going to do. Chris went first, and I went next. I ran and fell on my belly, sliding on the soap on the slip and slide.
Our next activity was a game where we were given a container with holes in it. We were supposed to cover the holes with our teammates and get the water in the container to another bucket, where we would empty the container. We then ran back to fill the container with water again, covered the holes, and brought the water to the other bucket. The team with the most water in the container then won. Our team tied with another team for 1st place.
Next, we went to an activity where we had a few sponges. We were to fill the sponge with water, then run to another bucket to release the water in the sponge. Then, another teammate would run to fill the bucket with water as we ran back to pass the sponge to another person. Overall, we got 2nd place.
After that, we got to eat snacks. Each person was allowed one bag of popcorn and one popsicle. Overall, I thought that today was a meaningful day of exercise. We all had a lot of fun. It was a great day.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Slice Of Life #198 - A Trip To The Dentist - Wednesday, April 17th, 2019
Today, I went to the dentist to get something to expand my palate - I think it's a retainer. I am suppose to take out the retainer when I brush my teeth and when I play sports/a thing to expand the space between my teeth.
I think that I may have to take out the retainer when I am playing my clarinet. This is good because I get to take out the retainer and the retainer doesn't feel very good in my mouth.
Other than that, I get to take it out whenever I go to P.E. lessons and when I go swimming every week.
On the other hand, this can be very troublesome because I have to carry the retainer box everywhere I go so I can keep the retainer in the box.
I'll keep you updated! Bye!
I think that I may have to take out the retainer when I am playing my clarinet. This is good because I get to take out the retainer and the retainer doesn't feel very good in my mouth.
Other than that, I get to take it out whenever I go to P.E. lessons and when I go swimming every week.
On the other hand, this can be very troublesome because I have to carry the retainer box everywhere I go so I can keep the retainer in the box.
I'll keep you updated! Bye!
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Slice Of Life #195 - Badminton - Sunday, April 14th, 2019
Today, I went for my first badminton class. When we first started the class, we just ran a few laps back and fourth between 3 badminton courts. I thought it was pretty easy, but everyone else looked like they were going to die. If they were doing the pacer test (a running test) in my school, they would have failed after just about 10 laps - and the healthy fitness zone is 4 times that number (not that most people in my school make it anyways).
After we finished running laps, we did some actual training. The girls went first, so us boys got some free time to play with each other.
After that, it was the boys's turn. Today, we practiced hitting the ball with our backhand and smashing upwards with our forehand.
After practicing, we did some "cooldowns", where we jumped back and forth between our rackets.
Our teacher made 2 kids do pushups because they weren't listening, and their pushups were terrible. They either bended only their hands or only their hips. They wouldn't have scored a single point if they were doing the pushups test in our school.
After that, we got to do some more fun playing. I managed to beat everybody in my class.
After that, I got to go home - and my parents let me eat lots of junk food!
After we finished running laps, we did some actual training. The girls went first, so us boys got some free time to play with each other.
After that, it was the boys's turn. Today, we practiced hitting the ball with our backhand and smashing upwards with our forehand.
After practicing, we did some "cooldowns", where we jumped back and forth between our rackets.
Our teacher made 2 kids do pushups because they weren't listening, and their pushups were terrible. They either bended only their hands or only their hips. They wouldn't have scored a single point if they were doing the pushups test in our school.
After that, we got to do some more fun playing. I managed to beat everybody in my class.
After that, I got to go home - and my parents let me eat lots of junk food!
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Slice of Life #156 - Tuesday, February 26th, 2019 - RUN, RUN, RUN!
"On your marks," I heard the race starter say. I tensed up, looking straight forward.
And a few seconds later, I heard the gunshot. BANG! I was confused. Wasn't he supposed to say "set" first? I thought so, but the gunshot meant to start running, and so without thinking about anything else, I started to break into a slow sprint. There were about 6 people in front of me, and about 8 people behind me. I started to run even faster, being mindful not to run too fast because I didn't want to lose all my energy to quickly.
I was running the 800 meters, and this was it. I was representing my school at the competition, and the time I got here was final. I then slowed down into a jog, trying to cut into the first lane. Because the first lane was so crowded, I tripped trying to get in.
Oh, no! I thought. I knew that even though I was falling, it wouldn't do me any bad to try and get even further. Thinking fast, I took a few fast steps, trying to stop my fall. But it didn't work. Instead, I was running slanting upwards, falling as I was running. Next, I put my hands in front of me to brace my fall.
I felt my hands being scraped as I made contact with the wet track. Knowing that I couldn't waste anymore time, I got up and kept on running. About 5 people had already passed me by now, and I had to get my pace back.
Seeing the people ahead of me, I started to pick up the pace and run a little faster. After overtaking the people, I started to increase my speed a little so they wouldn't be able to catch up.
I then heard the sound of a bell, which was to signal that we were done (or almost done, at least) with the first lap. I started to run even faster, keeping in mind that there were people behind me. Passing by the "athletes' village", I heard the sound of my teammates cheering for me. My hands still burned from the scrape I had got from the fall, but at least my hand wasn't bleeding. Nearing the last 200 meters, I didn't speed up, but instead told myself that I needed to save energy for the finish. I was going to sprint at the finish and try and catch up to the person in front of me.
Nearing the last 100 meters, I recognized a line from our track at school. And when I saw that white line, it was my cue to start to sprint.
And so, I started to sprint. I started to sprint like mad. I felt like I was going to die, but I told myself that I was really close to the finish line, and so I was going to finish this race.
I took a big leap as I crossed the finish line and dipped down so my chest would cross first (as that's what really counts - if your chest crosses the finish line first, you win).
I took deep breaths in and out. Now that the race was over, I was going to get more fresh air, as that was what I really needed.
I walked back to the athletes village (which is kinda' like our base camp) and opened up my food. I needed to eat some more, for I had the 200m sprint later in the day.
To fill up the time, I decided to watch a few other events.
But at last, it came. I tensed up at the finish line, and waited for the gunshot. As soon as you hear the gunshot, run! I told myself. BANG! The race starter fired the gun. I started to sprint and use up all the energy that I had. In the last 100 meters, a kid cut into my lane. What? Don't you get disqualified for cutting into other people's lanes? I thought.
But I kept running. Nearing the finish line, I tried to run faster, but the kid was blocking my way. I didn't want to exit my lane, for I didn't want to get disqualified. After the race, I told the judge, but the judge replied me and said: "I think you can do that in the 200 meters."
What? Why would you be able to cut into the first lane in the 200 meters if lane 8 gets about a 25 meter head start than lane 1?
And because the kid cheated - I was sure he knew the rules - I came in 4th place.
I went back to the athletes village, disappointed, but told myself that it wasn't the end of the world.
After a few minutes, I heard Ms. Val, one of our PE teachers, ask: "Where's Zhi Hong?"
"Here," I replied.
"Mr. Balsamo needs you!" She called back.
"Congratulations, you're on the relay team." Mr. Balsamo said.
"Wait, wh-" I was cut off before I could finish.
"Matthew's injured. You're his replacement."
I knew I had to go. The original backup had quit, and if I didn't go in, we wouldn't do very well in the relay.
I jogged up to the starting line. I didn't have long to talk to my teammates, but what we said to each other would have to do. The race was starting.
BANG! I heard the gunshot in the distance. I saw all the runners start to sprint. I watched, my eyes fixed on the baton as it was passed on to Greg. I watched as Greg sprinted up to me.
"BATON!" He yelled as I started to pick up speed. I felt the baton slide into my hand, and I started to sprint like mad. My legs were short, but I just had to make do. I moved my legs as fast as I could, focused on nothing but the track.
"BATON!" I yelled to Alan and he started to jog. I shoved the baton into his hands and he clenched it hard. And then, he started to sprint.
Overall, we finished 5th, but technically, we finished 3rd because a school had cut into our lane during the relay (which results in disqualification), and another school had dropped their baton during the relay (which also results in disqualification).
But it didn't matter. Because today, was supposed to be all about fun.
And a few seconds later, I heard the gunshot. BANG! I was confused. Wasn't he supposed to say "set" first? I thought so, but the gunshot meant to start running, and so without thinking about anything else, I started to break into a slow sprint. There were about 6 people in front of me, and about 8 people behind me. I started to run even faster, being mindful not to run too fast because I didn't want to lose all my energy to quickly.
I was running the 800 meters, and this was it. I was representing my school at the competition, and the time I got here was final. I then slowed down into a jog, trying to cut into the first lane. Because the first lane was so crowded, I tripped trying to get in.
Oh, no! I thought. I knew that even though I was falling, it wouldn't do me any bad to try and get even further. Thinking fast, I took a few fast steps, trying to stop my fall. But it didn't work. Instead, I was running slanting upwards, falling as I was running. Next, I put my hands in front of me to brace my fall.
I felt my hands being scraped as I made contact with the wet track. Knowing that I couldn't waste anymore time, I got up and kept on running. About 5 people had already passed me by now, and I had to get my pace back.
Seeing the people ahead of me, I started to pick up the pace and run a little faster. After overtaking the people, I started to increase my speed a little so they wouldn't be able to catch up.
I then heard the sound of a bell, which was to signal that we were done (or almost done, at least) with the first lap. I started to run even faster, keeping in mind that there were people behind me. Passing by the "athletes' village", I heard the sound of my teammates cheering for me. My hands still burned from the scrape I had got from the fall, but at least my hand wasn't bleeding. Nearing the last 200 meters, I didn't speed up, but instead told myself that I needed to save energy for the finish. I was going to sprint at the finish and try and catch up to the person in front of me.
Nearing the last 100 meters, I recognized a line from our track at school. And when I saw that white line, it was my cue to start to sprint.
And so, I started to sprint. I started to sprint like mad. I felt like I was going to die, but I told myself that I was really close to the finish line, and so I was going to finish this race.
I took a big leap as I crossed the finish line and dipped down so my chest would cross first (as that's what really counts - if your chest crosses the finish line first, you win).
I took deep breaths in and out. Now that the race was over, I was going to get more fresh air, as that was what I really needed.
I walked back to the athletes village (which is kinda' like our base camp) and opened up my food. I needed to eat some more, for I had the 200m sprint later in the day.
To fill up the time, I decided to watch a few other events.
But at last, it came. I tensed up at the finish line, and waited for the gunshot. As soon as you hear the gunshot, run! I told myself. BANG! The race starter fired the gun. I started to sprint and use up all the energy that I had. In the last 100 meters, a kid cut into my lane. What? Don't you get disqualified for cutting into other people's lanes? I thought.
But I kept running. Nearing the finish line, I tried to run faster, but the kid was blocking my way. I didn't want to exit my lane, for I didn't want to get disqualified. After the race, I told the judge, but the judge replied me and said: "I think you can do that in the 200 meters."
What? Why would you be able to cut into the first lane in the 200 meters if lane 8 gets about a 25 meter head start than lane 1?
And because the kid cheated - I was sure he knew the rules - I came in 4th place.
I went back to the athletes village, disappointed, but told myself that it wasn't the end of the world.
After a few minutes, I heard Ms. Val, one of our PE teachers, ask: "Where's Zhi Hong?"
"Here," I replied.
"Mr. Balsamo needs you!" She called back.
"Congratulations, you're on the relay team." Mr. Balsamo said.
"Wait, wh-" I was cut off before I could finish.
"Matthew's injured. You're his replacement."
I knew I had to go. The original backup had quit, and if I didn't go in, we wouldn't do very well in the relay.
I jogged up to the starting line. I didn't have long to talk to my teammates, but what we said to each other would have to do. The race was starting.
BANG! I heard the gunshot in the distance. I saw all the runners start to sprint. I watched, my eyes fixed on the baton as it was passed on to Greg. I watched as Greg sprinted up to me.
"BATON!" He yelled as I started to pick up speed. I felt the baton slide into my hand, and I started to sprint like mad. My legs were short, but I just had to make do. I moved my legs as fast as I could, focused on nothing but the track.
"BATON!" I yelled to Alan and he started to jog. I shoved the baton into his hands and he clenched it hard. And then, he started to sprint.
Overall, we finished 5th, but technically, we finished 3rd because a school had cut into our lane during the relay (which results in disqualification), and another school had dropped their baton during the relay (which also results in disqualification).
But it didn't matter. Because today, was supposed to be all about fun.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Slice Of Life #154 - "On Your Marks, Get Set, GO!" - Tuesday, February 12th, 2019 - Happened on Saturday, February 9th, 2019
My legs stiffened, and I looked straight ahead, looking at my lane. I took deep breaths, in through my nose, out through my mouth. And then I heard it. The whistle.
My legs went from stone to water as I frantically moved my legs as fast as I could. The track in front of me started to blur as I started to pick up speed. I picked up my legs and leaped. I started hyperventilating, (this was a shorter race, but don't do that - if you do that for too long your blood doesn't receive enough carbon dioxide, which isn't good) my legs moving at optimal speed. I saw my friends ahead of me out of the corner of my eye. I then took my focus away from my friends, and started to use all my energy left over that I had.
5 meters away from the finish line, I let my head fall so my chest would cross the finish line before my legs, as your chest has to cross the finish line in order for you to complete the race. I was panting. I had just finished the 100 meters race with a time of 17.41 seconds. I wasn't really good at sprinting the 100 meters, as my leg's stride length wasn't very long (as I am pretty short), so I couldn't cover too much space too quickly.
I was at my school training for the ISAC (International School Athletic Conference) Competition, as I had been selected to represent the school. Today was a "tryout" day, where we were free to try timing for other events that we were not selected for to see if we could get selected for the event (after this day, I got selected for the 200 meters with a time of 36 seconds).
Next up was the 200 meters sprint, which I also tried out for. When we first started sprinting, I was about 5 steps behind everyone, but in the last 100 meters, I started to sprint and was able to overtake about 5 people who were ahead of me. I find what the PE teachers say surprisingly true, because if you pick up speed at the end and pace in the middle (for the distance running, not sprints - 200 and 100 meters), you probably can overtake them. All you have to do is keep a good distance between the person in front of you and overtake them at the end.
After that, I also tried out for the 400 meters, as I was better in distance running instead of sprinting. The 800 meters was next, which I found extremely tiring because there was only about a 30 second rest between the 2 events.
The 800 meters was a waterfall start. I put my foot on the line and stiffened my body. I looked straight forward at the track, towards the inside lane, where I was to cut inside by the end of the first 25 meters.
Beep! I heard the Ms. Smith blow the whistle. I started to sprint a little, then broke into a slow jog once I was in the inside lane. I heard the voices of parents cheering as we ran pass them. Breath... I thought to myself.
I started to run faster as I finished running the first lap. By now, my stomach started to hurt like crazy, and I was running in last place. I thought about the quote I had seen on the windows to the high school gum. It was from Bear Bryant, and said: "Don't give up at halftime. Concentrate on winning the second half." Come on! Almost there! I thought to myself. I had only half a lap to run now. 200 more meters. There is no way I am stopping here.
I started to jog faster, and drifted passed the 2 girls in front of me. If I could maintain my speed, I could get 2nd place.
I looked ahead of me as I saw the last 100 meters in front of me. I started to "kill" myself, and used up all the leftover energy I had left in me. I quickly picked up speed and heard my feet thumping against the ground. I looked over at Greg, who was about 20 meters in front of me. He had just finished the race, and I was about to do so, just like him. My throat was really dry, and my stomach felt like there was a rock in there. And then, I dropped my head to see a white line in front of me, and leaped. I had done it.
My legs went from stone to water as I frantically moved my legs as fast as I could. The track in front of me started to blur as I started to pick up speed. I picked up my legs and leaped. I started hyperventilating, (this was a shorter race, but don't do that - if you do that for too long your blood doesn't receive enough carbon dioxide, which isn't good) my legs moving at optimal speed. I saw my friends ahead of me out of the corner of my eye. I then took my focus away from my friends, and started to use all my energy left over that I had.
5 meters away from the finish line, I let my head fall so my chest would cross the finish line before my legs, as your chest has to cross the finish line in order for you to complete the race. I was panting. I had just finished the 100 meters race with a time of 17.41 seconds. I wasn't really good at sprinting the 100 meters, as my leg's stride length wasn't very long (as I am pretty short), so I couldn't cover too much space too quickly.
I was at my school training for the ISAC (International School Athletic Conference) Competition, as I had been selected to represent the school. Today was a "tryout" day, where we were free to try timing for other events that we were not selected for to see if we could get selected for the event (after this day, I got selected for the 200 meters with a time of 36 seconds).
Next up was the 200 meters sprint, which I also tried out for. When we first started sprinting, I was about 5 steps behind everyone, but in the last 100 meters, I started to sprint and was able to overtake about 5 people who were ahead of me. I find what the PE teachers say surprisingly true, because if you pick up speed at the end and pace in the middle (for the distance running, not sprints - 200 and 100 meters), you probably can overtake them. All you have to do is keep a good distance between the person in front of you and overtake them at the end.
After that, I also tried out for the 400 meters, as I was better in distance running instead of sprinting. The 800 meters was next, which I found extremely tiring because there was only about a 30 second rest between the 2 events.
The 800 meters was a waterfall start. I put my foot on the line and stiffened my body. I looked straight forward at the track, towards the inside lane, where I was to cut inside by the end of the first 25 meters.
Beep! I heard the Ms. Smith blow the whistle. I started to sprint a little, then broke into a slow jog once I was in the inside lane. I heard the voices of parents cheering as we ran pass them. Breath... I thought to myself.
I started to run faster as I finished running the first lap. By now, my stomach started to hurt like crazy, and I was running in last place. I thought about the quote I had seen on the windows to the high school gum. It was from Bear Bryant, and said: "Don't give up at halftime. Concentrate on winning the second half." Come on! Almost there! I thought to myself. I had only half a lap to run now. 200 more meters. There is no way I am stopping here.
I started to jog faster, and drifted passed the 2 girls in front of me. If I could maintain my speed, I could get 2nd place.
I looked ahead of me as I saw the last 100 meters in front of me. I started to "kill" myself, and used up all the leftover energy I had left in me. I quickly picked up speed and heard my feet thumping against the ground. I looked over at Greg, who was about 20 meters in front of me. He had just finished the race, and I was about to do so, just like him. My throat was really dry, and my stomach felt like there was a rock in there. And then, I dropped my head to see a white line in front of me, and leaped. I had done it.
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Slice Of Life #101 - Terry Fox Run - Saturday, 24/3/2018 - Happened On Friday, 23/3/2018
"3,2,1, GO!" The voice from Mr. Fisher was unbelievably loud as he gave the 4th graders the signal to take off.
Every one of the 4th graders ran out of their domain, and out to the wild. I ran slowly, getting faster with every step. It wasn't long before I was running with the 5th graders, and pushed my way through the moving border of 5th graders. 2 of my friends started to catch up to me, so I ran slower to give them a chance to catch up to me.
As they caught up to me, we all ran at the same pace, only in front of each other within 1 meter. We didn't want to be the only 4th graders running with the 5th graders. When we reached the playground, there were still some 5th graders there.
"Run faster, 4th graders are here." I heard one of them say in a sharp tone.
I ran faster, and motioned for my friends to do so also. We all ran faster, and we managed to overtake the girls that were running in front of us. We ran faster, and slowly there was a gap between us.
It wasn't long before we finished our 1st lap and caught up to some people from my class. They were just on their 1st lap, but we were already on our second lap. We overtook them not long after.
"On your right," We said as we overtook them.
My pace slowed down to a jog, then a walk for about 10 seconds. I knew that I would let others overtake me if I walked for to long, so I then regained my pace. As I ran back out into a "unshaded" area, it was really hot, and I started to sweat like crazy.
I ran 2 more laps, and I took a water break. I needed water. It felt like I was suffering from dehydration. I ran up the slope, and they announced that there was 3 more minutes left. I took off into a run. I overtook lots of people.
Right after I reached the field, they closed the exit. We only were allowed to get 1 more stamp, and the event was over. I was panting like a dog. Taking deep breaths, I progressed to the end to get the stamp, and walked over for a whole bottle of water.
The event was over.
Every one of the 4th graders ran out of their domain, and out to the wild. I ran slowly, getting faster with every step. It wasn't long before I was running with the 5th graders, and pushed my way through the moving border of 5th graders. 2 of my friends started to catch up to me, so I ran slower to give them a chance to catch up to me.
As they caught up to me, we all ran at the same pace, only in front of each other within 1 meter. We didn't want to be the only 4th graders running with the 5th graders. When we reached the playground, there were still some 5th graders there.
"Run faster, 4th graders are here." I heard one of them say in a sharp tone.
I ran faster, and motioned for my friends to do so also. We all ran faster, and we managed to overtake the girls that were running in front of us. We ran faster, and slowly there was a gap between us.
It wasn't long before we finished our 1st lap and caught up to some people from my class. They were just on their 1st lap, but we were already on our second lap. We overtook them not long after.
"On your right," We said as we overtook them.
My pace slowed down to a jog, then a walk for about 10 seconds. I knew that I would let others overtake me if I walked for to long, so I then regained my pace. As I ran back out into a "unshaded" area, it was really hot, and I started to sweat like crazy.
I ran 2 more laps, and I took a water break. I needed water. It felt like I was suffering from dehydration. I ran up the slope, and they announced that there was 3 more minutes left. I took off into a run. I overtook lots of people.
Right after I reached the field, they closed the exit. We only were allowed to get 1 more stamp, and the event was over. I was panting like a dog. Taking deep breaths, I progressed to the end to get the stamp, and walked over for a whole bottle of water.
The event was over.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Slice Of Life #94 - So Busy - Saturday, March 17th, 2018
This post will be one of my shortest (and maybe one of my worst) posts because I am currently rushing and don't have a lot of time. My day was really packed, because first of all, I had a lot of classes, such as my swimming and my "piano practice class" because Monday was my examination. I would have had robotics, but I canceled it because I am going camping later with my Cub Scout troop. I am staying overnight with my dad, but my mom is going home. We borrowed a tent from my parents' friend, and I have a sleeping bag, but my dad is going to have to sleep with some pillows, mattress, and blanket. I think that I am going to end my post now, because I have to get to the campsite within one hour now, and I still need to eat lunch and take a bath. Bye for today!
Are you part of the scouting community? Have you ever went camping? Hope to hear from you soon! Thanks for reading my blog! Feel free to leave any comments that you have in the comments section below. Stay updated for some other good posts and please return to my blog!
Are you part of the scouting community? Have you ever went camping? Hope to hear from you soon! Thanks for reading my blog! Feel free to leave any comments that you have in the comments section below. Stay updated for some other good posts and please return to my blog!
Friday, March 16, 2018
Slice Of Life #93 - 800 METERS! - Friday, 16th, March 2018
Today was track and field day. All the boys shuffled like prisoners to the bleachers, not wanting to waste any energy as they would run later. I climbed the stairs to the seats and settled down with my best friends, T and TJ. We started chatting about the story that we are writing together (and aiming to publish it) and some other things.
The girls were in the gym first, and they got to select which events they wanted to do. They got to choose from shot put, turbo javelin, or high jump.
When all the boys came, they started the event. The teachers called us down for some stretches and warming up. After that, it was time for the 800m race, the longest event of the day. The race was with a waterfall start, and I decided to challenge myself to race 4 laps around my school's field.
"Congratulations for choosing the hardest event for today." A teacher said. "Remember, that every step that you take must be at a good pace. If you run really fast in the beginning, then you know what's going to happen."
"Your going to slow down tremendously, and your probably going to lose."
We were lead to the starting line. We all lined up in a slanting formation, looking straight forward. We had to get to a mark before you were allowed to cut in.
"ON YOUR MARK, GET SET... GO!" One of the PE teachers, Ms. Simpson, shouted. We all sprinted as fast as we could, and we all hit the cut in mark like a army. No one was still left running towards cut in mark. As soon as our legs crossed the cut in mark, everyone started to try and push people out of the way, running into the inside lane.
I pushed hard, and soon I was running in 3rd place. The first lap finished in no time, and my pace slowed down even though it was supposed to get faster. I didn't want to waste too much energy. I overtook someone as soon as I past the starting line, and started to go faster so we could get a gap between us. I didn't want him to overtake me again.
On the 3rd lap, I was taking massive breaths. My intake of oxygen was getting slower. I breathed hard, carrying myself with every step that I took.
Finally, it was the final lap. I ran faster, trying to overtake the person in front of me. I remembered not to run too fast, because I would use any bit of left energy on the final 20m. When I got to the final 20m, I ran as fast as I could, not my fastest because I didn't have any more energy. I just managed to beat the other person in front of me, as my leg passed the finish line just before him. My final step that I took in that race was a leap.
I breathed heavily, trying to get my oxygen back. I was out of breath. I felt like I was going to die from lack of oxygen.
Everyone was saying congratulations, but I was out of breath to even talk. I walked as slow as a snail to my seat with my best friends, T and TJ, and flopped down in my seat.
The girls were in the gym first, and they got to select which events they wanted to do. They got to choose from shot put, turbo javelin, or high jump.
When all the boys came, they started the event. The teachers called us down for some stretches and warming up. After that, it was time for the 800m race, the longest event of the day. The race was with a waterfall start, and I decided to challenge myself to race 4 laps around my school's field.
"Congratulations for choosing the hardest event for today." A teacher said. "Remember, that every step that you take must be at a good pace. If you run really fast in the beginning, then you know what's going to happen."
"Your going to slow down tremendously, and your probably going to lose."
We were lead to the starting line. We all lined up in a slanting formation, looking straight forward. We had to get to a mark before you were allowed to cut in.
"ON YOUR MARK, GET SET... GO!" One of the PE teachers, Ms. Simpson, shouted. We all sprinted as fast as we could, and we all hit the cut in mark like a army. No one was still left running towards cut in mark. As soon as our legs crossed the cut in mark, everyone started to try and push people out of the way, running into the inside lane.
I pushed hard, and soon I was running in 3rd place. The first lap finished in no time, and my pace slowed down even though it was supposed to get faster. I didn't want to waste too much energy. I overtook someone as soon as I past the starting line, and started to go faster so we could get a gap between us. I didn't want him to overtake me again.
On the 3rd lap, I was taking massive breaths. My intake of oxygen was getting slower. I breathed hard, carrying myself with every step that I took.
Finally, it was the final lap. I ran faster, trying to overtake the person in front of me. I remembered not to run too fast, because I would use any bit of left energy on the final 20m. When I got to the final 20m, I ran as fast as I could, not my fastest because I didn't have any more energy. I just managed to beat the other person in front of me, as my leg passed the finish line just before him. My final step that I took in that race was a leap.
I breathed heavily, trying to get my oxygen back. I was out of breath. I felt like I was going to die from lack of oxygen.
Everyone was saying congratulations, but I was out of breath to even talk. I walked as slow as a snail to my seat with my best friends, T and TJ, and flopped down in my seat.
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