Personal Narrative: Run The Fast

Even if your a weak link in wrestling after you have done it you have more confidence and are tougher than others and aren't afraid to be physical and aggressive in maybe even other sports too. Kids who wrestle won't get bullied around in life and will have more confidence to do other stuff as well. Wrestling is one of the hardest sports you will ever do so wrestling defiantly makes you a lot more athletic for other sport. Kids who wrestle know all about having fear and anxiety so when they grow up there less likely yo be stressed out and stress often times does lead to death. Kids who also have bad home lives or are constantly angry can take it out on the wrestling mat without having getting in trouble for it, kids learn to exert anger to much anger build up in a young adult can make them turn and do bad things wrestling teaches life lessons so this will likely not happen later in

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

At a young age, I moved from the country I was born in (Dominican Republic) to Miami Florida. Moving is not an easy thing to do, I had to leave all of my friends and family behind and become familiarized with uncertain place. I was surrounded by the unknown, everything was strange and so different to what I was usually use to. At the time I could not speak any English at all but that eventually did not matter to me, I slowly started adapting to my new environment and I became more positive. Although I could not communicate well and had a few obstacles I was very organized with my studies and kept very decent grades.

“Ah. The championship game,” I said to Grace, one of my best friends, during warm-ups for our biggest lacrosse game yet.

This day was busy, but I was able to help out more by checking patients in and checking them out this time around. Felt a lot more comfortable with the system and interacting with the clients and their pets. This was my last day working in the front, I enjoyed working with Leonore and the rest of the staff in the front but, I am very excited to work in the back to get hands on experience working with the technician’s and the doctor’s.

It was 4 a.m. and we had to meet in front of the school. I was wearing two sweaters because of possible rain. On the way to Dodgers Stadium, Mr. Nittle was telling us about his previous marathons and how it was always extremely hot. Once we got there I pinned my name bib number and stretched to pass the time. Every thirty minutes there was an announcer who’d come and tell us how much time we had until the race started. After I heard the announcer I began to cry, I don’t know if it was fear or excitement, but it hit me “I don’t want to do this anymore!” Was I really about to throw away all that practicing away for nothing? I’ve run an 18-mile race… a few miles more couldn’t kill me. I felt I was not capable. I was the only person who was telling

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

I am a rather complex individual, but one quality that stands out about me is that I am very passionate. While I am passionate about many subjects, I have great passionate for a select few. First, I am very passionate about entertainment. For as long as I can remember I have always adored television shows, movies, and books. As soon as school let out I would rush home to watch Thundercats with my oldest brother, Mark. During my school vacation, I would spend my time reading. Therefore, my mother said it was hard to keep up with purchasing books for me to read. When my family went to the mall they knew I could always be found in the book store. Finally, I am passionate about Comic Conventions. My oldest brother introduced me to a convention

It was a normal friday morning here in Dallas, I walk out to my condo balcony to breathe in the the fresh hot air, with a hint of cut lawn clippings. It is a perfect day for a parade through downtown Dallas with Mr. Kennedy. I walked over a few rooms to do my routinely check on Mr. President, and as usual his confident self just shooed me away and told me to do my own thing. I begin to start my breakfast that I usually cook for him and his family when we are on campaign. The overwhelming smell of bacon and eggs drug Kennedy out of his room over into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. Still in his PJ’s and all he does the same as me and walks out the balcony and shouts out that it is going to be a great day. After I eat my delicious

On mornings as cold as this, there were only a few things I imagine one could think of that might be an appropriate form of activity. A moderate list. Running would probably be somewhere towards the bottom of that list. Yet, there I was, struggling through hundreds of people in dri-fit T-shirts and above-the-knee level, elastic gym shorts. I’d never been a fan of unfamiliar crowds. I could learn to deal with that. As I moved around and did copious amounts of stretching to get my body ready for the task before me, I unknowingly would soon have to learn to deal with something much harder to overcome than unfamiliar crowds.

The most challenging thing I have ever been through was when I broke my left collarbone. I was at the park after school last year with a couple of my friends and I saw an odd looking tree. I felt the need to sit on a weird curving branch so I started running towards the tree. Why I felt the need to run, I still don't know to this day. The park has a winding sidewalk that runs alongside the road. In between the two is a small decline of grass and ground. Whilst running, I tripped on my own two feet on that small slope and fell on my shoulder. I rolled over so my back was on the ground. At this point in time I couldn't feel any pain, I was in shock. As soon as I started to get up, pain shot through me and I had to lay back down. Once one of my

“Injury taught me I need to learn how to face challenges.” –Shawn Johnson. My first varsity wrestling match came in the form of a quadrangular in Miller. I remember it was snowing the whole bus ride there. I was very excited as I felt as though it was going to be a successful night. Everything was going right until I heard the crack, from there I knew, my wrestling season was over.

Moving, a word that is dreaded by many and instills anxiety at the moment it is heard. Moving means picking up your entire life and starting a new life somewhere else. It could be a mere minutes away to a new house, or hours away to a new state. Your whole world is changed, everything that was ‘normal’ no longer is, and you are in a new place with new faces. You are now an outsider. Growing up, I was accustomed to moving because my father was in the Marine Corps. Contrary to popular belief, just because I moved a lot does not mean it got easier each time. Every move was different and I had to deal with certain things unique to each move. However, there is one specific move that presented me with a rather large obstacle. That move being my

My move was perfect. Out of all possible word combinations I could make, the one I found was the best. I knew it could not be beat. I could hardly contain myself. I was about to win my first game after countless losses. My smile reached my ears and a light chuckle could be heard by my competitors. Amidst my uncontainable jubilation my granddad made his move. It equalled a mere eight points but brought the demise of my entire game. My perfect move was ruined.

Our toughest match was against Turner Ashby in Harrisonburg Virginia. They had not lost a duel match in our district, the Valley District in two years. They had been a powerhouse in wrestling for the past five years. We trained to beat them, we knew that once we beat them that the only thing that could stop us was ourselves. Turner Ashby week, as we all called it, was by far the