Personal Narrative Essay About Today's Run

The first day was kind of intimidating because my friends had not shown up, so I was by myself. I ended up being the only one that belonged in the couch-5k group because there weren’t that many people that had shown up. So that day, the leader had me run/walk along the intercostal for 20 minutes. I had felt like this group was almost pointless for me to be in because I was by myself anyways, and it was a workout that I could’ve thought of. But, I had decided to give it another try, because I really was determined to get in shape. The next time I had gone, it had progressively gotten better. There was a girl who had shown up that was friendly, and happened to be in my group, and I got to know her better. Running with someone definitely makes running more enjoyable, and they can push you to run

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This summer I attended the Metro Detroit Heart Walk benefitting the American Heart Association. It’s a walk or run race that started at Ford Field and span five kilometers throughout the streets of downtown Detroit preceded by a short informative event. I'd been asked to compete by my godmother Sandy, who works for a Henry Ford hospital, one of the event sponsors. I decided the run the race, even though I’m probably the least athletic person in the world. I wanted to challenge myself and make Sandy happy.

She helped me out on how to properly breathe and pace myself and today was the big day. My first race on our home course. The girls and I quickly got on the start line: a white, painted line on the grass. Then an old man slowly approached us, one step at a time. He wore dark pants with a navy blue flannel shirt that was two size to big along with an old raggedy blue Cubs hat. Each step building more and more tension in the air. Once in front of us, the old man raised his arm pointing a gun towards the sky. He stared directly at us, watching for anyone who would try and get an early start. In that moment time slowed down; as if in some time warp everything became slow. The wind stopped my breathing slowed down, no longer could I move and then “Boom.” It was as if I was in the famous battle of Gettysburg. The first shot had gone off and the whole stampede of boys and girls began running toward the target.

So I decided to keep running. I knew that I may be a little more sore tomorrow, but if I was going to accomplish my goals I had to work hard. I kept running, and toward the last mile I began to really feel the burn, but I did push and finished with plenty of time to spare. That practice is what I thought of as i crossed the finish line with a smile on my face. As I headed back to camp still beaming about my time I thought to myself,

“Whoa, whoa! Where is this taking us, where, where?” I said as my heart was beating as fast as a runner who finished the Boston Marathon. I was hiking with my family a second ago, and now I am through a wavy transparent wall that made me feel like I was heading through Platform 9 ¾ in Harry Potter. I suddenly was flying through a golden sky that glistened like the sun hitting the ocean. Gracefully I did flips and cartwheels in the air while gold ribbon followed me like ducklings following their mother. Milliseconds later I landed in a grassy field. Cows were harvesting crops and cooking dinner. Straw hats aligned their faces, with brown corduroy overalls splattered in dirt. They smelled like a fertilizer company on a hot summer afternoon.

They congratulated me and I saw and felt their pride. I, myself, felt pride for conquering my obstacles and overcoming my frustration. I had more confidence and even though Running Club ended after the 5k, I continued to run with my friends and my renewed confidence. Joining that club aided me to realize that I truly enjoyed running. My enjoyment for the sport influenced me to become a member of the 7th and 8th grade cross country team, along with the track and field team. Overall, my experiences in the Running Club guided my participation in running sports and improved my attitude toward those

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!”

The Texas heat can best be described as merciless and seemingly eternal; a vicious boxer constantly rattling the track with radiation. The sound of exhausted lungs desperately trying to grasp one breath muffled the sound of my coaches screaming exactly two hundred meters away. It was a scenario I was too familiar with, yet I had no desire to quit. From my sophomore to senior year in high school I was a proud member of the Marcus Track & Field team. My inclusion in the competitions, however, were not always guaranteed to me.

I honestly didn’t like to run until I joined Track and Field. I like track and field. At first i wasn’t going to do track and field until by sibling made me join . I like practice since our group ( long distance) would always be messing around with each and our coach would motivate us to try our hardest. When we would have meets, I would get really nervous before the race. During the race I would like the wind going through my hair and hearing the people cheering. Seeing the finish line would make me sprint the last 100 m and it would make me smile because I was done. I have learned the importance of working together and learn to not give up

As I stumble past the finish line, I am numb to my surroundings. I am numb to the other racers in the chute, the overjoyed parents, and the intrusive volunteers who shove me down the line to keep it moving. I am numb to the sweltering heat and the stench of two hundred overworked, sweaty racers. I am not even bothered by the girl vomiting beside me, because all I can feel is happiness. The first thing I want to do is share this literally breath-taking moment with my teammates, because they are the only ones who truly appreciate this feeling. Once we locate each other within the swarm of spectators, we share our times and experiences from the race, and even though it is a short exchange, it makes me realize how grateful I am to share the same passion for the same hobby with so many wonderful people. In this moment, I suddenly realize that I have never appreciated a sport so much, and I have finally become part of a team that makes me feel like I belong to a family.

When we get to Freeman I get shown the course because I was gone for two weeks and didn’t get to race here yet. Then, I wait a while and run around saying “hi” to everyone before my race starts. After that, he calls people to the starting line and says “go!” I run very hard in the start but then start dying out but manage to keep up and then I get in 9th place or something close to that. Finally, I sit down and I am exhausted I ran so hard.

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The Romantic Period of literature took place roughly 200 years ago, but examples of Romanticism can still be seen today. The Romantic authors most certainly had an impact on many artists to come. Edgar Allan Poe is often a name that comes to mind when discussing Romanticism and especially Dark Romanticism and for good reason. Poe exemplifies Romanticism and many examples can be seen in his work, such as the House of Usher. Some traits of Romanticism include high drama, pathetic fallacy, and shocking climax, which are a few pillars of the Romanticism style. These pillars still hold up in modern day art, with many filmmakers, such as M. Night Shyamalan who also exemplifies traits such as high drama, pathetic fallacy, and black and white characters.

Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest as you put all of your strength into that first rush of energy. The air blows by you and everything around you seems to fade away, and all you can see is that someone has passed you. You try to hold yourself back slightly knowing that you will need a little extra for the final stretch. The finish line is quickly approaching, but you can’t help but feel that you haven’t given it all yet. You feel as if you must give more, you have to give more. Done. The race is finally over and you see that others have given more than you but you can’t help but feel proud of yourself since you know that you couldn’t have given any more than you