Personal Narrative: Running As An Athlete

A significant challenge that I thought I wouldn't have accomplished was during our biggest track-and-field meet against all of the big schools around. It was the Shawnee invitational and one of our girls on the track team ended up messing up her ankle in her first relay race, which meant she couldn't run the 800m dash or the 1800m dash. I was the only one on the team who didn’t have four events because I ran the 4x2 and the 4x1 which was the main events at the invitational. So the coach asks me to fill in for her, my first thought was ‘oh Nooooooo, i can’t”. Not only did I just finish one on my relays and had to rest up for my next one, but also I was not ready to run only distant runs that day. I had only practiced for my events prior to the

All throughout history people have been made to feel less than because the color of their skin. I encountered this all throughout high school running track. Track consists mainly of African Americans while a small portion consists of Caucasians for sprinting and field events. My high school coach was named Coach Lucas and he was African American. He constantly told me I wouldn’t be able to do well or that I should find a different sport because track is not a white woman’s sport. He also degraded me when I would do well at track meets by always saying I won because I got lucky and the other kids just had a bad day running.

Cross country is a sport that can change the way people see themselves. I can only say this statement because I have been affected by this myself. During this satisfying sport I would constantly find myself lost in the moment. Not realizing how much this sport has meant to myself. Now that I have seen just about everything this sport has to offer I can relive some of the valuable life lessons that cross country has taught me.

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.

that I can be happy at and if running track in college is a good idea and when I realize what the best thing to do then I will decide but until that time comes I wait and research and think about what I could do to my life to have a smile on my face everyday and having the life that is worthwhile. I love running track with a passion I know that because when I'm on the line about to push off the blocks the feeling I have in my stomach is like faith telling me and all I think about is run run run and saying repeatedly “I can do it”, then when that gunshot goes off I go, I run my heart out and I don't stop until I win and go for the best of my

I was almost two seconds behind Josh before I closed the lead he had. My car was much faster than his as I could put my car anywhere on the track at will. When I caught Josh, he was running in the middle of the track so I made several attempts to go both high and low to try and maneuver a pass. However, with him running in the middle groove, none of my attempts would make it possible for me to get a solid run to complete the pass. I even slammed my brakes, and went to the high groove to try and keep from hitting him. I tried every line possible to get around Josh cleanly with no

It was freezing cold out, and the coach had made the call that there was still going to be running today. Some of the runners on the cross-country team were relieved to hear this news, but I was frustrated with this weather. “Is there any way I can just run farther tomorrow? We’ve already had to run three to five miles each day for the past week,” I commented. “I know it’s tough running in this heat Michael, but it builds endurance and stamina,” coach replied. “You need to push through the heat in order to perform well.” Coach had been making us do mile repeats to prepare us for the next meet, but I was already feeling discouraged about the upcoming meet from my last performance. My goal was to make varsity before the end of the season, which

You don't have to be fast. But you'd better be fearless.” ― Christopher McDougall, Born to Run:

One sunny day in March 2013, I was running stride for stride on the track with my best friend, Titus. We were the fastest in the class. We were doing this program at Stocklmeir Elementary School. As we turned the corner of our fourth lap, I got a burst of speed and darted ahead of Titus, about to finish my first mile of the day.

This past week has been a struggle trying to focus on the present, caused by the stress of the future. The big question that determines what environment to live in, concerns me through my interests. I was positive about my decision to play ball through my university years, I was committed to become part of a larger and more challenging team. The question wasn’t really a question because I finally knew what I wanted to do with the next 6 years, do you want a scholarship? Are you committed? Do you know your duties of participating on a university team? Are you sure that you want to play and get an education in the U.S.?

Yards became smaller as country gave way to the edge of town. We were forced to skirt slightly larger groups of zombies by darting through backyards and leaping fences. I was amazed at how easily I was able to conquer these obstacles. The past few months were like boot camp. My muscles had atrophied due to an easy life as a college professor, but a few months of living on the run had turned a once lethargic human being into a first class athlete.

Falling short as an athlete is something that isn't acceptable. Making us as a group push to ack has been something that all through elementary school and middle school I enjoyed doing actually loved. As a highschool freshman this whole track thing really hit me hard. Like literally. The workouts are pretty intense, in meaning there a lot of sprinting endurance based making it hard. I didn't track pre season which really wasn't a help and our endurance for volleyball wasn't even to par then. So I was really coming into track season a blob of mess and fat. But I had a good heart and great intentions. Krumb our coach who also doubles as the boys football coach, which is totally insane by the way trains us like linebackers or something. I

Overall, I am enjoying my first year on in the athletic training program so far. This year it is nice to be able to actually apply some of the hands on things that I learned last year. Being able to do more makes the experience a lot more enjoyable. I am learning just how unpredictable athletic training can be. It is cool seeing all aspects come together; seeing the athlete do rehab/strengthening exercises, seeing the athlete practice, and seeing the day by day process. I love seeing things I have learned in class being applied in the field. I am surprised by all the pinched nerve injuries I have seen thus far. I am enjoying working with all of the different sports. It’s cool seeming what injuries are more prevalent in whatever sport

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

He holds out his hand in hope that I go with him, sure enough I come to my senses to go. Walking by his side made me feel safer, believe that there was no evil in this world, to have hope in the fact that my dad will come out alive. Everyone was petrified to what they were seeing, almost with a forlorn feeling in their eyes.