Personal Narrative: The Run

He ran in the marathon ,for he wanted to support his mother who suffered from a cancer relapse

It was a perfect night for a run. Around 70 degrees with a slight breeze. I wait in my Dark Blue Mini Cooper as my watch gets my location. Feet trembling with adrenaline, much like an addict, I’m itching for a run. With a loud “BEEP,” I know the smartwatch is ready and I’m off. As time progresses, I start running faster, faster, and faster. The whispering wind would flow through my hair as I make my way down the trail. Bliss. I notice my surroundings, trees, deer, and the bright light of my headlamp. Chills go up my spine every so often. All I hear is the pitter pattering of my red running shoes and the occasional rustle of bushes. After what feels like the shortest moment ever, my half-hour run is over and I sigh with relief.

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

When I was in seventh grade I fell in love. Not with a person, but a sport. I fell in love with track. I enjoyed the workouts, the races, the team, the events, the meets, but most of all I had found a passion for sprinting. I worked everyday during practice to prepare for the meets. I pushed myself as hard as I could and never gave up. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was mad for the feeling of your lungs bursting for air and your legs burning with pain. The long, exhausting workouts, the freezing practices, and the crazy memories you can make. There was nothing about it that I found unlikeable. Track was consuming my thoughts, I couldn’t stop. I was in love with it in every single way.

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.

Moving, although natural, is not easy to most people. How many things are involved when you have to leave your school and friends behind to go to a place totally unfamiliar where anything could go wrong? For me, more than I could count since my family decided to move four thousands miles away.

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

“Hey, Chase, do you have any cash I can borrow? I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

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.

It’s nights like this that I have to do everything I can to stop running. The crickets in the far-off pines call to me, singing enticing tales of adventure as the grinning moon lights the way along the gentle slope of the highlands. Even the breeze urges me forward, nipping at my ankles and using the swell of grassy waves to carry me farther

Running the mandatory mile in gym class, what an awful experience. Starting with all of the classmates, and trying to sprint to refrain from looking like a dork. I was that kid all the way in the back, huffing and puffing minutes after everyone else had finished. I was picked on. It wasn’t that I didn’t like running, I actually had loved the distance, I was just slow. Somehow my poor mile time had been humorous to all my classmates, every single elementary year up until after middle school. For the first two years of high school, I refused to run. The taunts of the over-confident sprinters played in my head during every attempt at running. I began to actually miss feeling the sensation of my feet hitting the pavement, experiencing the rush.

My mom gets back in the car and we take off then all of a sudden BOOM! we get hit by a big red truck. After all the impact we just past out and a couple of minutes later my mom is yelling saying,

The last words I heard from my dad as a horde of grotesque, half decayed, mutilated, corpses enveloped him. Why was this happening? How did this all start? What has the world come to now. The weeks before this all started the world was just as it hard been for millennia. Ravished by war, famine, poverty, patriarchal governments ruling over citizens. Then out of nowhere an unknown assailant dropped nukes all over the world. Nuclear fall out destroyed most of the plants and other organic organisms as it rained down from the atmosphere.

At the beginning of our first run as a group we were skeptical and uncertain about what we were doing. We were the slowest in our first run compared to our others. Kinzie and Carla sat right next to each other folding the papers while Cassity sat at the end of the line. There was back up of the paper because of the difficulty of trying to get the folded papers to Cassity. Although near the end we all stopped and started putting in papers in the envelope as a team.