Personal Narrative: My Day At Fort Meig

The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.

The notion that "Awesome Bill from Dawsonville" could lose the race now was inconceivable to me, and I said as much. Then, my grandfather reminded me of the realities of racing.

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.

"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."

Every runner wore a bib number with the time they start on it. As I was running people were passing me who had started after me, and I kept thinking I was going too slow and that I shouldn’t be taking this long to complete it. Through words of encouragement from my mom and decipline mentras from myself I finished the race, I crosses the fanish line and the feeling of triumph as I crossed it was something I’ll never forget.

Happy Easter Monday mom! How are you? Hope all are doing well in Canada. Walter and I are doing bonzer. We deeply miss you mother and, of course, father too. We both have bonzer possies here. The chief is really nice to us now. I still can’t believe it has been over a year since we have seen you. It fascinates me that exactly few years ago we were altogether even dad was with us. We have created so many memories together especially the ones we created on this specific day. Every Easter Monday, Walter will make us laugh by saying nonsense and we will all tell him to chub. Those are good times that I will never forget.

The 2 minute gun went off! It wasn’t time to be sentimental, that wouldn’t win the day for us, but we all had the same thought on our mind: “Win this race for Andrew.” And before we all knew it, there we were, on the starting line about to run our race, and a few seconds later, Crack!, another pistol shot and the race had begun. Honestly, while I run my races, I tend not to think. I usually have a fairly catchy metal track glued to my head and I tend to only replay the song constantly in my mind until I would hit the 800m mark and my instincts would fire up my adrenaline. Today’s selection was Day by Day by Miss May I, and much like the namesake of the song, I tried to run my race stride by stride with all the heart and ability I could possibly give. I don’t remember finishing, but I do remember being handed the boys JV champions ribbon. As cliché as it might sound now, the Liberty Lions walked away from their home invite with some definite pride, and I have no doubts Andrew was smiling down on

If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.

NP: I knew I was leading as we sat in pit lane for the break due to the Lightning, I knew I had a fast car and just needed to keep it clean. The final lap was amazing. I was taking it all in and enjoying the battle with Fabian. I wasn't sure if he was right on fuel, I was told he was so I was racing him hard to make sure I crossed the line first. No way was I winning the race finishing second on

At this point, I was still feeling good about making the cut off, I got to this point of the course later than I expected, but I still had over an hour of time to make it less than two miles and figured I would get it done.

Almost an hour later, we pulled into our parking spot and walked to the golf course. My coach gathered all the information I needed. My teammates and I walked to a tree to set our stuff down and there we watched the bigger schools finish their races. I could tell it rained a lot since my feet sunk into the ground, and felt wet as I pulled them out. This made me look at the course where the other state participants were running on. The course was covered with moist looking mud and grass.

Nerves and the adrenaline feeling rushed through my body like a jet going sonic boom ripping through the air. I was on a school bus headed to a wrestling meet in York, Nebraska on a cold winter day in December. I figured my wrestling meet would be like all the other wrestling meets in the past, win most, lose a few. Never really thought this meet would be the final meet for the season. This meet would change my way of thinking towards wrestling and affect my confidence level.

It was time for us racers to go to bed since we had to get up early the next morning for the race. My best friend and I were sharing a tent. We climbed in, got undressed and crawled into our sleeping bags. I could

He wasn't as nervous as my brother Marcos because he's younger. He was wrestling a boy from Fowler and he knew the boy so stepped off the mat and went running up to me and said “Sis I don't think I can do this, that's one of my friends and I don't want him to lose but I don't want to lose either” I told him “you gotta do what you gotta do to win”. He gave me a hug walked away and stepped on that mat like a champ! Once he stepped on the mat he closed his eyes. You could tell he didn't want to wrestle his friend . The coach blew the whistle. My brother ended up taking the win. His friend wasn't as mad as I thought he would be. After the match they talked and my brother told him he was sorry he didn't let him win. I'm glad my brothers friendship didn't get ruined over something little like that.

He was shaking a little bit till it happens, the gun fired and the racer took off like a group of horses in a race jumping out of the gate. He was in first place they were at the back stretch about to cross the finish line till it happens. He heard a really loud pop and his hamstring bone snapped in half. He said he was going to finish the race then his dad came on the track and carried him to the finish line fighting through the suricurity.