Personal Narrative-Sledding Race

When times get tough, don’t give up. If you want to be the best you can be you don’t have a choice but to push your limits and try. As these words of encouragement have made me become who I am, cross country has shaped me into the person I am today.

It all started when my track coach had said “You should go out for cross country next year.” I had thought about it long and hard because I’ve never pictured myself as a runner. So thought to myself and decided that I’m not a very good volleyball player and took the chance to join cross country at the beginning of my eighth grade year. At first it was a little weird and we had to run more distance than we did in track season. We ran about 3 miles and lifted after we arrived back at the school. Of course I was sore the next day because I was not in shape and haven’t ran since the beginning of the summer. After the first practice was out of the way, I had to sit and think about what I was doing. “I have to do this every day” I thought to myself. I was thinking about dropping out because the first practice was hard enough and doing it every day made me want to give up.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

Listen up side-by-sides, sled’s, and thorn’s are a horrible combination. During winter break I had a fun but scary time sledding.

Finally they got dressed again for snowmobiling, and as soon as they were done they left and drove the snowmobiles to the lake, and this time all of the snowmobiles were running. When they got there they headed towards the party in oshkosh and it was 2:12 pm, it was really fun on the ride there because we were snowmobiling with there friends and his dad and brother. I was riding with my dad because I was only 9 years old and me and my dad were the fastest because we had the fastest snowmobile.

The crowd went crazy. My teammates and my coaches ran and dog piled me. My heart was beating faster than it ever had. “We won!” was the only thing I could seem to get out of my mouth. My teammates started chanting my name.

I have always have begun interested in snowboarding. It amazed me how the snowboarders glides down the hill so fast. Keeping their balance and not fall over into tumbling heap of snow, and how they stopped all of a sudden. It was my first year at the ski resort. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest like a woodpecker beating on wood. It was the most exciting event of my life.

The sound of the engine revving high into the RPMs, my heart pounding fast leaping from one side to the other getting the snowmobile on edge to crave. The corner is coming up in my yard, trying to push myself to the limits, I take the corner as fast as I ever have leaning hard to one side of the snowmobile trying to ensure that it wouldn’t tip. As I was struggling to keep my foot placement on my slippery, snow-covered running boards that then had melted into water I slipped trying to hold on with one foot dragging holding on for dear life.

I was flying down the trail. As soon as I hit the snow-covered culvert, it was already too late. I was flipping uncontrollably.

My heart pounded against my chest as I stood at the mountain’s edge. The sweet aroma of pine trees flowed through the air as the wind hummed in the background. The serenity of nature broke as my skis dipped down the edge of the mountain, turning swiftly to avoid a tree. My skis sunk into the heavy snow as I navigated through the strange world only accessible to those seeking adventure. The adrenaline ran through my veins as the wind pushed past me. My skis were at the mercy of the powerful mountain and, in this moment, I realized how small I was compared to everything around me.

“Ya!!”All of us shouted at once with excitement. I speeded fast as a humming bird as I climbed the seven stairs.

I responded “I know it is crazy!” I remembered my first lessons I was all over the saddle. “Sorry I have to go my race is about to start.”

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I looked outside the window and I saw that it had snowed. I had no clue that I was going to have big plans for the snow. I was about twelve years old when I had an amazing snow day. When these big plans for snow happened, I was in the same house that I am currently in which is in Alexandria. Since I had a house I had a lot of land to sled on. I woke up and put my 2 layers of clothes on and put my snow boots on. I was already. The only thing I had to do was wait for my sister to get up and get ready. My sister and I headed outside to find the perfect hill to slide down. Then my sister and I went sledding down the big hill that we had on the property. My sister and I took turns going down the hill. I would go

“Runners, on your mark! Get set!” yelled the official. He then raised his hand in the air, pointing his gun directly to the sky, and pulled the trigger of the booming gun, which went off with a puff of smoke in the air. Immediately, all 278 runners started to dart up the hill, marking the start of a 5000 meter cross country race. Seconds into the race, it was congested, as everyone moved closer together to fit through a gap a tenth the size of the starting line. I was pacing myself off of my teammates, who were separated from me by a couple of runners, so I fought through the opposition between us. Carefully, I pushed through some opponents to my teammates, trying not to get close enough to anyone to get cut by their spikes.

Lee taught me how to ski because I forgot. I was starting to get a hang of it. So, I decided to go to the intermediate course. As I finished the first zig zag, then another, then I got screwed on the third and final one. I flipped completely over and heard a crack. I stared in fright as I thought of all the bad things that could’ve happened. I tried to ask for help but, I was in so much pain that I couldn’t talk. This random Korean lady saw me and asked what was wrong. So, I replied with “I can’t take off my skis. She helped me get them off and then called for a emergency guy. The emergency guy put me on a bobsled and brought me down the rest of the