Personal Narrative: My First High School

I go to the grass by where we will line up for the race and I put my spikes on. Making sure every spike is tight; I double knot the laces and stand up. Now my stomach really hurts. The nerves of a runner before a race are one of the worst things to handle. The announcer puts me in line and I take a deep breath once it’s my time to go up to the blocks. I set up my blocks for my standards and take off my sweats. The breeze hits my thighs as my tank top flows from side to side. The sun wishes me good luck just before I start my race. I slightly shake as the announcer tells us, “Runners to your mark!” and I get down. Shaking more vigorously now, my heart is pounding in my chest. It seems like hours waiting for him to yell, “Get set!” “Go!” but once he does I know it’s go time. I push off my blocks, and I run as fast as I can. I can feel my legs moving together in motion as the balls of my feet dig into the track. My spikes are doing their job in helping me grip to the surface as I make my way to the finish line. Neck and neck with the girl next to me I hope she gets winded out near the end and slows down so I can just scarcely make it past her. I feel like I am running as fast as a horse. Crossing that finish line and coming to a slow stop, I breathe heavily as I exhale in relief of being over. I did it, I’m done… and I did well. My legs raw, I get off the track. (AB) Some fellow sprinters congratulate me as I do the same to them. That is what’s nice about track, it seems like most of the people are very friendly. They have no problem congratulating you or talking to you about how nervous they are before a race. We know we are all in the same boat and all we want is to succeed. Every blue moon a distance runner will congratulate a sprinter but I don’t think it has ever happened to me. I don’t know if they are just caught up in their own world or if they are just being stingy about the whole

Going into the race I thought I would do great bang the gun went off and I was in the lead, towards the end, I was getting tired then I felt my foot hit the hurdle and I started to fall I felt my hands scrape against the track and I knew it was over! The thing that annoyed me the most was that I was in first place after the first ten hurdles, then on the last one I hit the hurdle with the back of my foot and fell to the track, Bam right on my face! I got up and finished the race and even beat two people across the finish line. I don't mind falling now because I know I can work on that and get better at the 110 meter

This right here is a prime example of how making one decision to get back up after being knocked down can affect the way you are for the rest of life. I could’ve just been like I don't care this is way to hard i don't like doing any of this but I thought of all the positive like my dad had told me and what did it do to me; it made an athlete, it helped me get back into shape, it had made it possible for memories to be made with friends that are family the people who I play with for the remaining years of high school. Nothing that has happened to me has made

Before getting back up after you fall you have to gather all your strength and push whatever made you fall harder.Every time you fall the same solution might not work so you have to be stubborn and keep an attitude that tells your challenger Try your best shot, and that if you fall you won’t be gone for long.People overcome obstacles in less than three ways the three ways are by keeping a positive attitude, being determined, and lastly being a creative problem solver.

“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

“Good Job keep going, you can do it, run run faster, you got this!” These were the words coming from the audience as I was finishing my last 100 meters in the cold, pouring, rain during sectionals. I was in second place in my heat and my heart was thumping and I couldn't see through the water stains on my glasses, but I heard someone someone breathing hard and their spikes hitting the track as they ran behind me and I knew I had to push even harder.I remembered the rough trading I had in practice and knew I could do it.

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.”

Running stayed on my mind all throughout the day, it was what I loved to do. At the Yukon state track meet my heart was racing more than ever. I’ve trained all season for this meet hoping to place top 6 in the state. It was blazing hot outside with the wind pushing a little hard against us. Me and my team was up next to run the 4x400m against many other schools that were competing that day. As we lined up in order from first leg to anchor, listening to the referee position us on where to stand, we were all scared. The referee shot the gun and the first leg runners took off. When it was my turn to go, I nervously stepped onto the red 8 lane track.

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

The veteran of the specific field events came to coach the beginners. I decided to join Hurdle to make a good use of my long legs. The coach for Hurdle taught us necessary pre-workout because hurdlers will have a higher chance of straining a leg muscle from jumping over a high hurdle. One of the pre-workouts required us to get in a crawling position and lift the leg like a dog peeing over a fire hydrant. The pre-workouts looked funny because we were focusing on the leg muscles. When I came back home, my whole body was aching from the extreme workouts. That night, I took a long hot shower to relax my muscles not knowing that tomorrow will be worse. The next day of practice, the coach made us jump over the hurdle. I went over to the hurdle to

It was a steaming summer day while I was warming up in the in the bullpen. It was summer 2016, and this was my 1st high school baseball game. I was throwing with Grant Talley to warm-up. He was one of the two catchers on our team. After about 15 warm-up pitches, it was time to take the field with my teammates. I had a jittery feeling in my stomach while the coaches were talking to us, before we took the field.

I began running hurdles in track when I was in 6th grade. Before then, I had no experience with hurdles and I only decided to attempt it after my mother insisted I try. As fate would have it, I was a natural at hurdles. I already ran fast; now, I would just have to master hurdling over the object in my way. At the final track meet of my first year, I achieved first place in my hurdles race. This was my start of what would be a winning streak. The next school year, in every hurdling race I ran, I placed within the top six runners. My 8th grade year, I placed first in almost every hurdling race during the track season.

Going into High School I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous but I knew what classes I wanted to take and get over with. World Geography was an option and I was discussing it with my sister, she did let me know that there would be mostly all sophomores in that class because it was a sophomore class. That did get me a bit nervous because I only work well with a certain amount of people. The first day of school I was a little calm because when I walked in, I already knew most of the people in my class. Somethings that I will take from World Geography is how I somehow managed to improve on my time management skills, with the help of Mr. Brubaker and DJ, I got to see what I needed to improve in my writing and I took what I learned in this

In the spring of 2017, I started my third season on high school track and field. I love running track and it felt good to finally start running again. I figured this was going to be just like all my past season's, top finisher in the regular season but not good enough for the postseason. This year was much more than that. This year I made it to the postseason for the 100 meter dash, 200 meter dash, long jump, and 4 by 100 meter relay. It was a warm spring day without a cloud in sight. I felt very confident and ready to get top 5 in my events to move on to state.

I am also good friends with the hot turf, the hard mats in the gym, and the top side of a hurdle. I have fallen more times than I count in these two sports. My coach used to tell me if you do not fall every two weeks you are not trying your best. I think that was my greatest accomplishment all season. In cheer, falling is normally because someone decided to not catch you or at least in my case that is what it meant, but for track it meant I was not successful in pulling my leg fully over a hurdle, which would result in a nasty battle with the hurdle of which I did not win. Even with falling in both competitions you can still come out on top. You just need to get back up and finish what you started. And on many occasions I have done just