Personal Narrative: Cross Country

Sitting in my frigid bleak classroom I found myself constantly looking out the window staring at the rain that had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running. These injuries were so severe i had to go into surgery just to be able to walk normal again much less of running on uneven surfaces like cross country. The long months of rehabilitation were log and painstakingly hard, not just physically but mentally as well. There were so many days i knew there was no way i was ever going to be my normal self again. When I was finally able to run again I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my

The horse ride changed mike's opinion of his horse and himself because at first the was some trouble with getting him on the horse,but once he got on he started to enjoy himself and realize that just because he has a disability he doesn't have to limit himself.according to paragraph 1 it states how he felt or his opinion of getting on the horse. "No, stop it, I don't want to!" I yelled. Some of the horses in front of the barn looked at me, and all of the people stared, but I didn't care. Not being a sweet little angel like the disabled kids they show on TV is what gives my life meaning. I raised the volume of my voice enough to send birds flapping out of the shade trees. "You have no right! Isn't this supposed to be a free country?".

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol reminds me of my favorite show Grey’s Anatomy. Whenever something serious was about happen this song will start playing and I would know someone is either going to die or have a sad moment. In an episode, Callie Torres, one of the characters, got into a car accident when she was pregnant. Her soon to be wife was driving and Callie asked Arizona if she would marry her and Arizona wasn’t paying attention to the road when a car came out of nowhere. When Callie got to the hospital the other doctors got to her into a ER room when they started singing “If I lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.” This episode was my favorite one because it was a musical episode and I loved how it wasn’t like all the other episodes.

Cross country and robotics are by far my favorite activities, over the course of my high school they have introduced me to so many new, fascinating people and amazing experiences. When I first joined cross country as a freshman, I had no idea that I was getting myself into four seasons worth of friendship and tradition. At first I did not enjoy cross country because I also did not enjoy running, but now running through Ukiah’s scenic trails, be it Low Gap or Lake Mendocino or Mill Creek, I have a newfound appreciation for nature and my hometown. Additionally, cross country and my amazing team especially have helped me through challenging moments in my life such as a nasty car accident in 2015 that kept me from completing the last few races

I thought it would be impossible to be as good as everyone else on the team was. However, I told myself I would not give up and try to continue to get better. On days that we didn’t run, I would run at night time. I started off running a mile, gradually built up from there. After a few weeks, during practice I started to run longer with the group until I got the pains, but I knew I was improving little by little each day. I kept running on my own at home. Every day I showed signs of improvement, but I still was not able to keep up with the rest of the

Hearts beating in the silence, runners anxious to complete their last meet of the year with a good note. The voices of fans yelling things we already know vanishes as the man in a yellow coat with a racing gun stands in front of us giving vivid instructions about the next eighteen minutes of pain.

It was a warm winter day my family and I were out enjoying ourselves alone at the sledding hill. Sausers, tubes, sleds, and toboggans, we used them all. Until we decided to build ramps, well my brothers did. I was too young to understand.

Write a narrative about 3 people who are on a road trip only to stop off at a gas station and pick up a fourth whom they don't know

On the way to the car, we discussed the effects of winning when you lived with someone who was unable to lose gracefully. Rhonda dismissed the whole thing, mumbling something about garbage.

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.

I stood at the top of the Park City water ramps, trying to balance the rational reasons for bowing out against my goal of learning and certifying a backflip on skis. To a barely five-foot eighth grader, the wooden jump seemed like a rickety and terrifying recipe for disaster. I was sure that my ill-fitting life vest would abandon me as I sank to the bottom of the pool, or that I would catch my sharp metal edges on the ramp and slam into the unforgiving concrete. I stood at the top and waited, even though there was no line. I dropped my skis; I felt detached from my body. Thoughts raced through my head. I concentrated on the mechanics of the jump, visualizing the backflip. I fought back intruding images of over-rotating and splatting the

On the road again for the third time in a month. In the middle of the hottest month, we were in a car. Only eight hours away from Tennessee we got pulled over by not just one cop but three cops for speeding. We sat there for at least two hours. Since we were from Franklinton, Louisiana it took a very long time.

A turn of the key is all it takes. A slight pressure on the pedal and I'm off. The sweet summer breeze blowing faster and faster as I press harder. All control in my two hands. Music blaring, my mind wanders. driving is my greatest escape; nothing clears my head more than going on a nice long drive through upstate New York.

“ Vroom” the engine on the dirt bike roared like a lion. The white painted dirt bike with a red seat and red hand grips. I sat down on the seat as the engine rattled the frame. The silver exhaust smoked with a white wall of smoke floating in to the sky. The black treaded tires where digging into the dirt of the ground ripping up the green plush grass. My helmet squeezing and pushing my head against the padding of the helmet squishing my ears up against my head.

At the beginning of our first run as a group we were skeptical and uncertain about what we were doing. We were the slowest in our first run compared to our others. Kinzie and Carla sat right next to each other folding the papers while Cassity sat at the end of the line. There was back up of the paper because of the difficulty of trying to get the folded papers to Cassity. Although near the end we all stopped and started putting in papers in the envelope as a team.