When I was a teenager I volunteered to work at the water station at a 10,000m race.My job was to 1 water to the runners.I remember being so 2 to see all the different kinds of people who passed by and grabbed a cup of water.Some ran past, some walked past and a few wheeled past.I saw so many types of people doing it.I thought maybe I could do it too!So the next year I 3 up for the race.
That first 10,000m race was quite an 4 .I jogged, I walked, I jogged and I walked. 5 , I didn’t know if I could finish Them came a defining(决定性) 6 .
At one point near the end, a 70-year-old man ran past me, very, very fast, and I felt 7 because I was 50 years younger than he but I couldn’t even keep up with him.I felt 8 for a second.
But then I 9 something.He was running his race and I was running mine.He had 10 abilities, experience, training and goals for himself.I had mine.Remember my 11 was only to finish.
After a minute, it 12 me that this was a lesson I could draw from.I learned something about myself in that moment.Iturned my embarrassment into 13 .
I 14 that I would not give up on running races.In fact, I would run even more races and I would learn how to train and prepare 15 and one day I would be one of those 70-year-old persons who were still running.As I crossed the finish line, I was proud of my 16 .
In life we all have those moments where we 17 ourselves to others.It’s only 18 .Don’t allow those moments to 19 you.Turn them into motivation and let them inspire you.With the proper preparation and training, you can improve your result to 20 any thing you want in life.
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football.I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members.I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it.This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech.They said their son really wanted to play football.They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team.
When they told me his name, my heart sank.Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds.He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports.I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player.But we told them we could give it a try.
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track.I 13 my eye on Michael.At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet.“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on. 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up.
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically.By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him.