Personal Narrative On Track

“Runners on your mark! Set!” BOOM! Went the gun. Sprinting, the runners advance. I saw the parade of runners before my eyes. Even though I was just behind them, they seemed so far away. All I could hear was cheers from the fences chanting your name until she tripped me. There was a dead silence. No one knew she tripped me, but I did. My face smashed right against the pavement. She tripped me. The Lane 4 runner tripped me. I couldn’t believe it. Coaches running over towards me. But before they could help me, I got up and kept running. Even though the other runners were almost finished with the race, I still wanted to run. I started out on the slower side until I got a momentum. I knew there was no chance on winning, but what the heck. Now I have to

"I finished and I had a lonely last four laps but she ran four and a half laps barely being able to run. I'm so impressed and inspired that she did that. I've never met her before. Like, I've never met this girl before. And isn't that just so amazing? That's an amazing moment. Regardless of the race and the result on the board, that's a moment that you're never, ever going to forget."

Before asking any questions, Erin starts off by mentioning how amazed she is by runners she states “ But whenever i actually talk to a runner, i see the passion for the sport eeking out of every body movement they make”. She doesn’t understand how they can run for miles and miles without getting tired while she gets tired by just simply chasing after her kids. She figured that a runner would be perfect to interview. She chose Noelle because her and Erin have a lot in common they are both mother of two kids, twins to be exact and both love to do photography. Noelle Isaak just recently began running but in such a little time she has trained hard for marathons, she even fainted at the GO! St. Louis Marathon which was held in extremely hot and humid weather she only ran 21 out of 26 miles. She explains that her training routine is a very long and rigorous process from spending 5 to 7 days a week training for up to 2 to 4 hours and still having to come home to start off her normal day. No matter how many marathons she’s run she still likes to train as if it’s her first race because she believes that running is one of the hardest sports. One question in specific that was interesting was “What do you think is the biggest misconception about the sport or runners in general?” her answer was very open and honest. She responded with “That running must come easy. Until recently i was never a runner. I never felt like i was cut

And I was the third class to race which was the 250 class. We lined up and picked our gates, and reved our bikes to make sure the engines were nice and hot. The 30 second sign came up, next came the 5, and the gate crashed to the ground. I was 3rd out of the gate and held my place for two laps, until someone one went down in front of me, and was forced off track and was stuck in 6th the finish line triple came and I was fighting for fifth, and I knew what I had to do. I cut in front of 5th place, and he had two options, to run into me or off the track. Luckily he chose to think fast and get out of my way because I wanted 5th more than he ever would. The finish line came, and I was 5th place which is just enough to get a plaque.

“The school track coach talked to me today. He wants me to join the team.” I grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the glass. She smiled.

Just before we arrived at the meet Coach Tuch had asserted to the team, “This is it, the day we have been training for guys. You truly need to give this one your all.” As soon as I knew it we were there. I felt like throwing up and crying all at the same time. It was cold, windy, and dry. The course was rough. As Shelby and I were warming up for our race we both knew that this was going to be one of the most challenging race of our lives. We were done and the race was about start as I heard Sydney yell, “ You got this girls let’s go!”

“No I gotta keep running if not how will I ever run a 5K in under twenty minutes, and if the coach thought we would be sore for the meet he probably wouldn’t have made us run this far.”

I’m not going to lie, I was so nervous standing in front of my coach, but as he had introduced himself I knew I wasn’t going to be a—quitter. Though I’m not the slimmest of all runners, I was going to prove to myself and to everyone else that a chubby girl like me can run!

Before I have to start warming up the Womens have to run the 100 meter. As the Women's are finishing the 100 meter I started feeling butterflies in my stomach from being nervous about the 40 yard dash. Just as Annabelle Gonzalez won the Women’s 100 meter the fans were cheering her on and on for 3 minutes. Then the announcer Vin Scully announced out loud “That the Men who are about to run the 40 yard dash take your place at the starting

Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.

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In the year of 2017, the month of May was the upcoming state meet held in the lower south of Georgia. Being a 17 year old who is very arrogant about her work that she’s accomplished on the track. La’Necia was only weeks away from the biggest meet of her life, “crunch time” like her coach would always say. Practice after practice,pop off after pop off, and hurdle after hurdle knowing very confident that she was ready for the race. She thought to herself “there’s not anyone that can stop me from winning first place at this meet.”

“My older sister ran and I always looked up to her,” Dobson said. “When I ran cross country in middle school, I realized I should run the distance events in track.”

For now, I put my arm around the little girl beside me. “Well, I guess it’s pretty lucky I ran into you then, my little Lanes,” I say, giving her a squeeze.

And suddenly, my feet are flying. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know that three years of cross country have served their purpose. And I’m tumbling down a hill, and Casey is crying, she’s sobbing, I hear her. But I can’t look back.