Personal Narrative: My First Run

Every weekday during the summer before my senior year, while most kids my age were sleeping in, I awoke and began the five mile bike ride to school. Upon arrival, I jumped straight into a warm-up and then some cruel workout my coach thought up. Then, with lactic acid in my legs and sweat soaking my shirt, I began home. A routine that would repeat itself until school started. During the second day back, I recognized a friend who I had not seen since middle school track. He told me he had joined the cross country team and joked about how eager he was to race me. I wonder if he realizes how tough this sport is, I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I appreciate friendly competition and was looking forward to our race.

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I straightened up and saw Adrianna bounding forward in my peripheral vision. Something about someone to catch up to makes me run better. My feet were barely touching the ground as I ran faster than I have before. Just before the finish line I ducked my head forward slightly to gain that extra millisecond. I hopped onto the mat to stop and stood still, waiting for two officials to confirm our lane and school. I was out of breath and my legs hurt but I was satisfied. I congratulated the girls on either side of me for a good race and made my way to get water. I saw Adrianna ran for 7.42 seconds, a personal best even for her. Patricia Adesanya from Lowell Catholic ran 7.70 seconds, another personal best. My name popped up in third, and I was proud of myself even before I saw the time. Along with earning my team a precious six points towards TCLs, I qualified for states with a personal best of 7.90 seconds!

My feet pounded on the uneven ground, each step increasingly difficult. My breath was loud, uneven to my ears. I could see the girl in front of me, her brightly colored uniform becoming smaller as she pulled ahead. It was now or never; if I did not surge now, there was no chance of making it. I took a deep breath and increased my pace, running harder than I ever had before. But it wasn’t enough. I crossed the finish line, grabbing a tree as I struggled to stand, and look at the timer. With a time of 21:42 for the girls varsity 5k race, I knew I had missed my goal, and my season was over.

Blue flashes of light left you temporarily blind as you ran from her. Her spears fired at you with the intent to kill. Your health is low, only 4 hp left. Then you felt it, A piercing pain in your thigh. You collapsed to the ground as the now bleeding wound rendered you unable to walk. You tried crawling but it was of no use, you could feel yourself bleeding out, and the sound of boot steps was getting closer. You gave up, knowing the end was near and there was hardly anything you could do about it. You felt the tip of Undyne's boot wedge it's self under you as she flipped you over.

When you first walk into the Hornets Nest the first thing you see is one of the friendly crew member there to swipe your hornet card. Then you smell the freshly stoned cooked pizza and nearby you can see some choices on pasta. I normally don’t the eat pizza. Honestly the pizza is not as good as it smells. I haven’t touch the pasta once because I avoid the pizza so I forget that there’s more than pizza.

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.

The rain 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 I for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running on uneven surfaces. Therefore, I was restricted to only run flat track. I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my friends and family thought I was irrational for practicing on my time although I knew it would be for a great reason. The transition from flat surfaces to an off road more complex terrain was extremely challenging. There were numerous days that I struggled and just wanted to give up. However, my determination factor would not let me give up. In addition, I

Since Ii was a little girl Ii liked to run. My grandma told me that she would always buy me dolls but Ii never played with them. I always wanted to go play outside with my cousins, always active. My sophomore year in high school, a friend told me to join the track team, she told me that if i didn't like it, to quit. On the first day of practice i was exhausted , i told myself Ii would never do this again, but i never stopped going for some reason. I remember walking down the hallways after school and seeing people run back and forth, doing drills that i never imagined myself doing. The way i saw the others perform was inspiring, from people sprinting, to long distance running, to throwing to hurdling. I would always think to myself, “how

Marching in with the giant crowds fascinated with the design and the upkeep to keep this place going. All trail takers taken to a hall like room filled with trophies of defeated monsters. Liora viewed up at the big one it was high above in the precise middle wall above the stage. It was a dragon the last of its species a gold dragon with red eyes with a vicious snarl and eyes narrowed down to the crowd below. Incredible. Thought Liora looking at the head feeling she might have to come up to a monster like that one day.

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Me and my family were just sitting on the couch watching a movie and the lights went out for 5 seconds. All the sudden I saw a note on the window and it said “Run”. So we actually decided to run just incase it was something bad going on. We all ran to a hotel about 15 minutes away for about 2 days. When we got back to the house all of our stuff was gone. The only thing that was in the house was was our beds.

Over the summer of 2015, I drove to City Park to run in one of their many nature trails. I entered the trail focusing on my time, distance, and pace of my run; and not the beauty of the trails. The more I was on the trails the more I felt a part of all the vegetation surrounding me. Since these trails were marked by the City Park administration, I was able to read and learn about different plants, trees, and other foliage. I could also feel the cool breeze of the wind passing through the trees within the trails. This cool, gust of wind helped me enjoy my run and keep me cool while on the beautiful paths. At one point, the trail led me up hill for quite some time. Once I reached the top of the hill, my breath was taken away by view I

Growing up I was always taught that we are all created equally, so if this is truly the case why aren't we all treated equally? I believe we live in a skewed stereotypical world. We pass judgments far too often, judgments that affect the way we see and treat people. I believe we are raised being taught to fear rather than to understand. We are misguided and taught to be apprehensive towards people who aren’t “like” us. These ideas we are fed when we are young turn into practices when we grow older. I believe we practice treating people differently because we are scared, because we are told to be scared.

People started to saunter off into a jog in a massive portion. As soon as I passed the starting line I quickly rushed into a pace that was calm, but would insure that the duration of this run would be no picnic if I succeeded in keeping it up. So far, my goal was to catch up to as many people as I could. It was going well, I would find someone that was a bit of a ways in front of me and work my way up to them, then pass them when I found someone else to catch. I liked doing that, it was one of my favorite strategies, and it got my mind off of the monotony of running. It was quite entertaining, particularly because there’s always someone in front of you to catch up to. Unless, of course, you’re the best. Which I never was so I never had to worry about