Personal Narrative-Dog Running

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

This past weekend, 108 entrants set off on a hundred mile race—the fourth annual Pine Creek Challenge. The footrace follows the Pine Creek Trail, a flat, scenic route that still provides ample challenge for the runners. Race director, Steve Hanes, comments, “For me as a race director, it’s great to see people stretching their boundaries...it's great to see people work towards something they might not have even imagined a few years ago, and come out here and accomplish something that's really noteworthy.”

Nothing in life is given to you. Maybe things were given to you at a younger age. But even then, there were still things that were hard that you had to keep practicing, such as walking or riding a bike. I should have known this when I attempted track for the first time in high school.

“The thing is, I don’t think I can make the team,” I mutter, “I love to run, but I’ve only ever done it for fun.”

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.

or starts, It was late at night and my pitbull was barking. So I went to go check the security alarm. But, Something was not right cause the sprinklers turnt of then my power went off tremendously. It was red cheif screaming throwing mudd at my truck and I was mad like a bull on a leash. I quickly snapp my pitbull lose RedChief left running and crying, after my dog chased hime out the yard. An I went back In the bed and slept like a mouse.

In the 9-10 girls race Addison Carlile ran to ninth place finish running 11:17 over the 3 km distance. It was the third year in a row she has earned all-American honors (2016-2nd place; 2015-15th place). Carlile sibling #3, Connor, finished 11th in the 11-12 boys division for his fifth straight all-American finish (2016-7th place; 2015-8th place; 2014-15th place; 2013-13th place). He ran 9:58 (3 km). And to finish the “Carlile show” off, big brother, Jackson finish 10th in the 13-14 boys race running 13:04 over the 4 km course to also notch his fifth straight all-American honor (2016-17th place; 2015-15th place; 2014-16th place; 2013-4th place).

Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,

When I was on the track team I was always the last one to finish and my brothers made fun of me for it. Compared to everyone else I felt like a turtle racing against a cheetah. I just wasn’t a sprinter and I couldn’t jump, so running track wasn’t for me. The one thing I did have though was determination. When I did not want to run anymore because I didn't

Training horses for myself and others is not only a hobby for me, it is the main source of my collage fundraising. I have a desire to work with horses, exposing them to a whole array of experiences to make them broke enough to put kids, inexperienced riders, or top hands on. Living on a ranch gives me a unique chance to introduce a young horse to mountains, cows, tall brush, and branding pens. I also go to many 4-H riding practices and shows, where my horses are presented to large groups of unfamiliar equine’s as well as the arena setting. My mother owns a Ranching Heritage eligible horse that she would love to start showing, and being chosen for this program would be a fantastic opportunity to show my own horse with her for years to come.

With school beginning once again, so did the new responsibilities that came during my junior year in the NJROTC as now the commander of the marksmanship team and one specific task that I was asked to was to create a more efficient marksmanship practice. During the second week of school with a discussion with Commander Heyward, he proposed his technique from his previous team where it got me concerned how will this work. The current plan I proposed was to be at least more efficient than his as I could get the returning students back in their target practices and for the new first year cadets would learn the basics of target practice quick and the returning members would be back on schedule with giving me time to work with the new members.

August 2010 in New York City on the weathered track of Columbia University during my first Central Park Track Club practice, I had the privilege of meeting four incredible young ladies. It was here where we would train together through the temperamental northeastern weather running lap after lap filled with blood, sweat, and tears, adopting the name Lesleigh’s Ladies. We formed a bond that continues to grow as the years pass. The group is made up of Heather, Lisa, Maureen, Joy, and myself. The name of our quintet stems from a relay race that we raced together, paying homage to our awe inspiring coach, Lesleigh. When Lesleigh’s Ladies get together they become gatherings that outshine all others filled with exciting travels, a plethora of laughter

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