"You wanna get in a Dragon boat race?"
I had not even paddled a boat before. But when I heard this event from school notice, I just put my name on it. I told my self, this might be fun. So I wasn't surprised when I told Mom about the dragon boat race which was going to be held in the city in 1 months and she asked without much attention.
The second day I went to the selective trials. Most prospective girl members were just like me, not strong enough, inexperienced. The coach asked all of us do 20 push-ups to see our strength. 20 push-ups could be the sum of push-ups I had ever done! I bent over on the ground, supported my body by my arms, breathed deeply. One, two, three... My arms were shaking, and I knew I must do every push-up as perfect as possible instead of casting myself on the ground. "You're good. Get up." I jumped up and laughed. I'm in.
Though the dragon boat race tradition came from an ancient story in China, bearing the great poet Qu Yuan in mind, this was still the first time I had a connection with it.
The training started in an early Sunday morning. I took a heavy, wooden quant with one hand holding tight on the upper side of it and the other hand grabbing its tail part. Everybody sit in sequenced 2-row chairs ashore, 6 people in one row. We practiced basic movement along with cadent drumbeat again, and again. Up the blistering sunshine, we kept practicing for an hour with wet shirts, ache waist and arms. When it came to the hottest time in a day, actual combat started.
I remember how different it was between rolling my quant ashore in air and in water. Everybody's action must be synchronous so that the boat would progress fast. Everybody had to cling to the gunwale so the boat wouldn't upside down. We paddled hard, put forth on sticking the quant in water, and pulled back with all the power we have quickly.
I sit in the very first of our team and every action of me decided our speed. I concentrated myself to the drumbeat. The quant pierced into the peaceful lake in the flash I heard the start signal. I cannot slow down to damage the tempo already established. I need to stay energetic to encourage each exhausted member. "Common, this is fun!" We stick the quant face to the two sides of boat, then turn back to smile to our neighbor members. Yes, this was how we cheered on.
All the teams, coaches, media and audience gathered on the game day. After wearing life jackets, we board on the dragon boat. Every drop of sweat would be paid off this day. The starting gun shot. Drumstick started to beat. Hostess was reporting the latest on a yacht following our boats. We have to tell our own drumbeat from all the noises on the lake.
That was a windy day, with 300-meter lake surface waiting to be disturbed. We kept our eye on the goal. 100 meters, 200 meters... We got exceed by the other team. Last 50 meters! Everybody seemed to be exhausted. Cadent quant turned to be messed up. Cheering voice no longer worked. We just rushed to the goal with closed eye splashed by water.
We stepped ashore without disappointment. Because we all knew that, we enjoyed the process. Every early morning we spent on the boat and exhausted training we had been through is what I got from the game. Though we were not strong as the other team consisted of athletes, we did our best and had fun. Never beat a retreat for anything unfamiliar. Stay curious and join in. Lots of treasures are way to be found.
I've written over 600 words. This may be too long for a personal statement. How's the idea?
I had not even paddled a boat before. But when I heard this event from school notice, I just put my name on it. I told my self, this might be fun. So I wasn't surprised when I told Mom about the dragon boat race which was going to be held in the city in 1 months and she asked without much attention.
The second day I went to the selective trials. Most prospective girl members were just like me, not strong enough, inexperienced. The coach asked all of us do 20 push-ups to see our strength. 20 push-ups could be the sum of push-ups I had ever done! I bent over on the ground, supported my body by my arms, breathed deeply. One, two, three... My arms were shaking, and I knew I must do every push-up as perfect as possible instead of casting myself on the ground. "You're good. Get up." I jumped up and laughed. I'm in.
Though the dragon boat race tradition came from an ancient story in China, bearing the great poet Qu Yuan in mind, this was still the first time I had a connection with it.
The training started in an early Sunday morning. I took a heavy, wooden quant with one hand holding tight on the upper side of it and the other hand grabbing its tail part. Everybody sit in sequenced 2-row chairs ashore, 6 people in one row. We practiced basic movement along with cadent drumbeat again, and again. Up the blistering sunshine, we kept practicing for an hour with wet shirts, ache waist and arms. When it came to the hottest time in a day, actual combat started.
I remember how different it was between rolling my quant ashore in air and in water. Everybody's action must be synchronous so that the boat would progress fast. Everybody had to cling to the gunwale so the boat wouldn't upside down. We paddled hard, put forth on sticking the quant in water, and pulled back with all the power we have quickly.
I sit in the very first of our team and every action of me decided our speed. I concentrated myself to the drumbeat. The quant pierced into the peaceful lake in the flash I heard the start signal. I cannot slow down to damage the tempo already established. I need to stay energetic to encourage each exhausted member. "Common, this is fun!" We stick the quant face to the two sides of boat, then turn back to smile to our neighbor members. Yes, this was how we cheered on.
All the teams, coaches, media and audience gathered on the game day. After wearing life jackets, we board on the dragon boat. Every drop of sweat would be paid off this day. The starting gun shot. Drumstick started to beat. Hostess was reporting the latest on a yacht following our boats. We have to tell our own drumbeat from all the noises on the lake.
That was a windy day, with 300-meter lake surface waiting to be disturbed. We kept our eye on the goal. 100 meters, 200 meters... We got exceed by the other team. Last 50 meters! Everybody seemed to be exhausted. Cadent quant turned to be messed up. Cheering voice no longer worked. We just rushed to the goal with closed eye splashed by water.
We stepped ashore without disappointment. Because we all knew that, we enjoyed the process. Every early morning we spent on the boat and exhausted training we had been through is what I got from the game. Though we were not strong as the other team consisted of athletes, we did our best and had fun. Never beat a retreat for anything unfamiliar. Stay curious and join in. Lots of treasures are way to be found.
I've written over 600 words. This may be too long for a personal statement. How's the idea?