A Personal Narrative : A Out Of Run

He ran in the marathon ,for he wanted to support his mother who suffered from a cancer relapse

It was a perfect night for a run. Around 70 degrees with a slight breeze. I wait in my Dark Blue Mini Cooper as my watch gets my location. Feet trembling with adrenaline, much like an addict, I’m itching for a run. With a loud “BEEP,” I know the smartwatch is ready and I’m off. As time progresses, I start running faster, faster, and faster. The whispering wind would flow through my hair as I make my way down the trail. Bliss. I notice my surroundings, trees, deer, and the bright light of my headlamp. Chills go up my spine every so often. All I hear is the pitter pattering of my red running shoes and the occasional rustle of bushes. After what feels like the shortest moment ever, my half-hour run is over and I sigh with relief.

Get me out of here. I know something is about to happen, I feel it in my gut. It's a setup for failure, really. A party at an estranged house on the edge of the city full of nothing but intoxicated and incapacitated teens. Something is bound to go down. I started to think of ways to get out without just bluntly saying it.

It seemed the only simple solution at the time to run away and escape, escape the investable. Just to pack our things and leave. I admit I was never one to to disown myself to such a level it was a cowardly thing to do I felt that I would bring shame to my family. There was no fight in me no courage to try and seek help. Running away was presumed to be a brilliant idea. I lived in New York they told us that it was a place of hope, where new dreams were created. No one ever want to mention the corruption that is hidden in society.

87/140 blood pressure. Hypertension? No, adrenaline. My heart was beating fast and hard; I could practically feel the blood pumping through every vein, every capillary, every artery. I could feel ,the constant assault on my whole body of the speeding wind that brought in a brigade of sand to scratch my face and make its way through every crevice. We were moving at such high speeds that the truck seemed to never even touch the ground.

It was 4 a.m. and we had to meet in front of the school. I was wearing two sweaters because of possible rain. On the way to Dodgers Stadium, Mr. Nittle was telling us about his previous marathons and how it was always extremely hot. Once we got there I pinned my name bib number and stretched to pass the time. Every thirty minutes there was an announcer who’d come and tell us how much time we had until the race started. After I heard the announcer I began to cry, I don’t know if it was fear or excitement, but it hit me “I don’t want to do this anymore!” Was I really about to throw away all that practicing away for nothing? I’ve run an 18-mile race… a few miles more couldn’t kill me. I felt I was not capable. I was the only person who was telling

Marching in with the giant crowds fascinated with the design and the upkeep to keep this place going. All trail takers taken to a hall like room filled with trophies of defeated monsters. Liora viewed up at the big one it was high above in the precise middle wall above the stage. It was a dragon the last of its species a gold dragon with red eyes with a vicious snarl and eyes narrowed down to the crowd below. Incredible. Thought Liora looking at the head feeling she might have to come up to a monster like that one day.

Me and my family were just sitting on the couch watching a movie and the lights went out for 5 seconds. All the sudden I saw a note on the window and it said “Run”. So we actually decided to run just incase it was something bad going on. We all ran to a hotel about 15 minutes away for about 2 days. When we got back to the house all of our stuff was gone. The only thing that was in the house was was our beds.

Over the summer of 2015, I drove to City Park to run in one of their many nature trails. I entered the trail focusing on my time, distance, and pace of my run; and not the beauty of the trails. The more I was on the trails the more I felt a part of all the vegetation surrounding me. Since these trails were marked by the City Park administration, I was able to read and learn about different plants, trees, and other foliage. I could also feel the cool breeze of the wind passing through the trees within the trails. This cool, gust of wind helped me enjoy my run and keep me cool while on the beautiful paths. At one point, the trail led me up hill for quite some time. Once I reached the top of the hill, my breath was taken away by view I

Every burdensome step strains my tender muscles; sweat drips into my eyes, stinging them with salt. I gulp for breath, but receive no air. I hear voices, but I can never articulate any response. I ignore all my senses and lunge forward. The only question that rings through my mind is why do I put myself through so much pain? The moment I participated in my first track event, freshman year I realized how much I enjoy running. Also how one moment has taught me the importance of family within a team, commitment, and encouragement.

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

One day Joe was going for a run. He was training for a 5 mile race he is competing in the next day. While Joe runs, he likes to listen to music. Joe ran for three hours, then he went to the fortune teller to see if he would have good luck with his race. The fortune teller told Joe that he would not have good luck later that day, but he would have a high chance in winning the race. Joe was scared but still trained for his race the next day. The magic ball was never wrong.

There I was, my friend Mason and I roughly 50 yards from his house. It was a chilly eerie night, although we still decided to walk to get our favorite ice cream from Mo Cones. The ice cream had me shivering at every bite, although it tasted so tremendous, I didn't care at all. We were walking back to his house, then we heard a noise. Little did we know this was going to be the most eventful night of our lives.

As a timid freshman, I attended my first annual cross country camp. The first morning arrived, and at 6AM Dave Gerlach, my coach barged in echoing, “Good Morning ladies today is a beautiful day for a run.” This saying was repeated every morning, regardless if it was actually a beautiful day to run. While he yelled this through the cabins simultaneously flashing the intense lights impairing our eyes, worst if you were on the top bunk, which was not in my favor at the time. Keeping my eyes closed, I lugged myself out of bed scrambling to find clothes out of my disheveled suitcase. Over, under, around and through, Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit, pull and through. And Just like that my shoes were on ready to run. The first run was a simple 6K. As the gun went off I thought to myself, Easy...right?

I was eight years old and on the run from the cops. I saw a cop car and my chubby cheeks suddenly paled. I turned and ran, my hair snapping in the wind. I did not realize that my situation could get worse. How did it come to this one may ask? Well, let me start at the beginning.