Personal Narrative: Running The Mandatory Mile

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

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.

87/140 blood pressure. Hypertension? No, adrenaline. My heart was beating fast and hard; I could practically feel the blood pumping through every vein, every capillary, every artery. I could feel ,the constant assault on my whole body of the speeding wind that brought in a brigade of sand to scratch my face and make its way through every crevice. We were moving at such high speeds that the truck seemed to never even touch the ground.

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.

366 miles. A feat only few conquer. The Mile a Day Challenge takes little strength; it is primarily commitment-based. My willingness to run started as a hobby, but as it slowly started to impact my lifestyle, I took it as a habit. Through the motivation it provides and high it gives, freelance running watered a once thirsty plant that is my passions.

I thought for the longest time that i was being brave for always running. i thought that to stand still was nothing shy of complacency, as not moving forward, as an overconfidence resulting from knowing exactly what was underneath my feet. truth is- i was being a coward. while yes, i was moving, it was simply to block out the noise. i continued to sprint so that i didn't have to listen. i didn't even notice that all the while i was going in the wrong direction. further and further and further away. but you can't run forever. it was when i was too tired that i stopped- exhausted, lost, and in complete darkness. however, it's when i was forced to be still that i finally had the time to reach out and find the light switch. then was when i discovered

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

I knew at that moment that it was time to go, time to kick. As I heard people screaming, telling me to run faster.

I was going to start my band concert, and I was secretly terrified. I gripped my pair of drumsticks in one hand, and with my other hand, I clasped the music. We were only playing one song for this concert, named “Bandorama.” However, for the first time, I got one of the most important parts. It was cymbals, suspended cymbals to be specific, which is a cymbal on a leather string, hooked to a stand. It seems unimportant, but I was playing the same beat for almost the whole song, and that beat was meant to keep the whole band together. So, if I mess up, the whole band does too.

There I was, my friend Mason and I roughly 50 yards from his house. It was a chilly eerie night, although we still decided to walk to get our favorite ice cream from Mo Cones. The ice cream had me shivering at every bite, although it tasted so tremendous, I didn't care at all. We were walking back to his house, then we heard a noise. Little did we know this was going to be the most eventful night of our lives.

Half marathons are a blast—from the cheering spectators, fellow runners during the race and the runner’s high, free food and massage that follows the race—it’s an awesome experience. Of course there is the ugly side: the chafing, the nasty Johns near the end of the course, and the disappointment when discovering that you ran, but not the full 13.1 miles (21 K) that you signed up for. For me, that moment came after my first official half marathon race; nevertheless, it was a good foundational experience for me to build on as a recreational athlete.

Doctors said that I would never walk. I when was four year old I got my first electric wheelchair. If I remember concert I was in Scott Rite Hospital for very intent therapy. My Doctor called Mr. Larry Ezzard and told him that I was going to need I needed an electric wheelchair and at the time Larry own a wheelchair company In Alt. The first time that I remember meeting Larry I was in a big therapy room when I was put into my wheelchair. Their was a water fountain in the room and I remember it because that was the first thing I run into!

characteristics have shaped me into the person I am today. When I am determining to pursue

I was running through the woods, in a foot of snow, to a destination that I still did not know. The tears running down my face stung my cheeks in the frigid December night. I was scared, angry, lost, and alone. I didn't know why I was running or why I was in the woods; all I knew was to keep running. I couldn't breathe and I felt as if all of the trees were closing in to trap me forever in their icy branches. The only light to guide my wandering was the scattered rays of moonlight through the ominous branches. As I ran, the events of the day flashed through my mind.