Senior field hockey player prepares to quit team – The Ramapo News

It’s almost time to hang up the stick and say a final goodbye to the game of field hockey after 12 years. It was like yesterday my mom put a stick in my hands for the first time and signed me up for the fifth grade team. I was just a kid playing for fun. I am now 21 years old and sport is part of my identity. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve spent more than half your life invested in the same sport.

There is no doubt that the final year is difficult for everyone, regardless of what you have participated in or not during your time at university. But for me, it’s not just the end of college field hockey, it’s the end of a very long chapter of my life.

Field hockey got me through the toughest times in my life and it’s always been an escape when life gets tough. It taught me everything I know about being a competitor, friend, teammate and leader.

On the toughest days, it humbled and motivated me to remember that there are girls who would give so much to be in my place or have the opportunity given to me. The best days reminded me that being a competitive athlete has been the most rewarding experience of my life.

When I look back, I’ll remember the parts of me that came to life on the pitch, the part of me that needed the same pre-game rituals and covering myself in glitter in the locker room for good luck, the part of me that hated race testing and pre-seasons, but would do anything to play another season. I’ll remember the blues that lasted for weeks, the bus rides with just one specific playlist I was listening to, and all the laughs with my teammates.

When it comes to college field hockey, I will never forget being part of a team that broke Ramapo’s records and the feeling of winning the CEAC championship trophy in my freshman year. I will always remember my senior day, which happened just a few weeks ago, and I will cherish how much love I was surrounded by my friends and family to celebrate my achievements throughout this travel.

When it comes to field hockey in high school and college, I’ve learned that the relationships you build are what really matters in the end. In 10 years no one will care about the field hockey team’s record, but I know that I will always have the love and support of the people I have shared the field with, no matter how far it takes us. separate.

It will always be difficult to convey to others how much this sport meant to me, but it will always hold a huge place in my heart and I am eternally grateful for all that field hockey has given me. No matter how this final week of the playoffs ends, whether with smiles or tears, life will go on. Now is the time to make a life away from the sport I have always loved and venture to new horizons.

Photo by Tori Waschek.

Catherine J. Martinez