On the first day, the coaches told everybody to go to the field event they would like to do. I looked around, trying to see if any looked fun. Long jump, triple jump and hurdles all sounded like good ideas, but then I spotted a large pit, along with many long poles. I walked over, and a short stocky man looked me in the eye and introduced himself as Coach Peters, the pole vault coach. I began talking with him, and he eventually convinced me to try it out. …show more content…
Then, at sectionals my senior year, the most important meet of my life, all those plans went down the drain. It was my first of three attempts on ten feet, and I started to run. I flew down the runway, pressed the pole into the hole, and pushed on it with everything I had, but the pole twisted the wrong way. My ragdoll of a body was flung into the air and I came down directly on the bar. I tweaked my back so badly, I had to be picked up and carried off of the pit. I later went to the doctor, and had a bomb dropped on me. I would never be able to pole vault again, due to the extreme probability of messing up my back again. This was a hard realization to come to for me, and I became very bored without being able to take part in my favorite thing to do. I thought about just dropping it and leaving it in the past, but then my coach told me about an opportunity that opened to go coach young pole vaulters with him. I loved this idea, and so for my entire senior summer, I went with him five days a week to coach kids. It gave me an opportunity to stay apart of the sport I loved and help others learn to love it too. I had come full circle from being clueless to the pole vaulting life to bringing others into, and that gave me a good sense of