Personal Narrative: The Spartan Race

I came to the first day of summer practice; I wore cheer shoes, a bow, and a full face of makeup. That day my coach looked at me and told me to run five miles, I thought I was going to actually die. By the end of the practice I had thrown up multiple times and repeatedly told myself never again. I had mentally and physically already given up, so I thought. During the next three weeks of summer practice I ran on my own, day after day of agonizing pain. I've never been one to give up, when things start to get tuff, that usually means I just have to get tougher. I came back the first day of actual practice ready for whatever was about to be thrown at me, again I was told to run five miles. This time I could actually keep up, I stayed with the girls on the team the entire time. The first race took place nearly three weeks later at our own home course, the only goal I had at the time was to not get last place. Everyone lined up at the starting line, anxiously swaying back and forth waiting for the wretched sound of the gun to go off. The gun finally went off and the race had begun. I started off in second place next to the fastest girl on our team, who was also the girl who had asked me to join

“Run your own race,” that’s what my coach told me before every race. My freshman year I was blessed to get the opportunity to run the 800 meter in Jefferson City at the 2014, Class 2, state track meet. This was my first year ever going to state so you can imagine my excitement. Although I was super duper eager, my nerves were on edge. I had never been so nervous in my entire life!

Today I woke up and it is a lovely day of course. Today I will attend the Gladiatorial games put on by the Emperor Trajan. While I was walking through the town yesterday I noticed a sign telling all about the games and events to be. It stated there are to be beast hunts, sacrifice of criminals, and gladiatorial fights. I am especially looking forward to the beast fighting.

If I were given the capability to travel back in time I would go back to 73 B.C. and hear towards the gladiatorial school in Capua. I always wanted to travel back in time to when there was no digital technology. It would be fascinating to see what they did for fun such as watch gladiators compete against each other. How their lives would be far different from the way we live ours. I would like to see all that but there is one particular person I would like to meet and follow through his journey to what led to his death, his name is Spartacus. I believe it would be interesting to meet such a man capable of putting fear into one of the strongest empires in the world.

Imagine, it’s 1960 and you decide you want to walk around the square in Downtown Newark while you have a few hours of leisure. As you’re walking around you can hear the sound train’s brakes screeching and all familiar whistle of the train in the distance chugging along. You can almost smell the infatuating scent of the delicious burgers cooking as you walk past Sparta causing you to stop for a bite to eat. You enjoy looking at the various locally painted works of art for sale that bring beautiful life to the walls. they smell so good you decided to stop for a bite to eat. After a wonderful lunch you head towards the Midland Theater to listen to a live orchestra which you have the best seat in the house for. The concert was phenomenal especially the trumpets. Now, it's time to go do a little shopping.What store should we go to first?

A few years back I was sailing the open ocean with my leader, Odysseus, and the rest of the crew heading home when Odysseus informed us that we would be taking the long route home. As we grew closer to a strange island, the wind stopped and the water became quiet.

It was a cold, wet, and a windy day my Junior year. We had a football game about an hour and a half away from us. I started both on offense and defense, I also was on about every special team. We were losing 7-0, it was the 4th quarter with barely any time left and we were pushed up against the wall trying to fight back. We had the ball on our own 30-yard line and had to go the rest of the way and score to have any chance of winning. I don't know about the rest of the team, but at this point and time I was already dead, I was limping around and was sore everywhere, but I kept on pushing through it.

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

I'm not going to lie, at first I thought "OMG what have I got myself into?". But after freaking out and hyperventilating, I calmed myself and regrouped. I then realized that it wasn't as bad as I thought thirty minutes prior. Since I have never used any statistical data program before, everything looked "greek" to me. What really helped me was reading the chapters in the book to become more familiar with all this new information. I don't know which program I like the best yet because I have not worked enough with each of them. I am sure that by the time that this class is over I will be able to decide which one works best for me, or at least I hope

I have been avoiding taking a Jewish studies course my college career thus far. Not until I got a talking to by my dad about meeting a nice Jewish girl and interacting with other Jews on campus did I ever think about taking one. I had only the night before told my dad I stopped believing in god. He explained to me that being Jewish isn’t just about religion, it’s also about the culture and the traditions which have been passed on through the ages. I agreed with as I knew that being Jewish wasn’t just about the religion. I decided because I knew about biblical Jewish history and pretty much all there is to know about Jews in sports I would take a class on something pertaining to recent Jewish history. I stumbled upon THEA/JWST 212 only a few

My hands shake as I take the wheel, desperately trying to force the key into the ignition. I scratch the metal once, twice, before it finally catches, and the engine comes alive. It coughs out a gravelly sputter, and I click my seat belt into place. I peel out of the driveway, my empty stomach jostled by the bumpy curb, and speed onto the otherwise calm street. I have never been one for the rules, so at a pace far above the legal limit, I head for the haven I know will give the sustenance I need. My stomach lets out another rumbling growl, and my mind flies back to the dinner I know I should have eaten.

My legacy began when my family taught me to read. My mom and grandma took turns teaching me different letters and sounds out of an early reader. By the time I reached kindergarten, I read well enough to strengthen my skills on my own. My favorite author from kindergarten was Eric Carle. I brought home Brown Bear Brown Bear so many times that my mother told me I was not allowed to read it again.

How I am like Odesseus is that I dont like to give up i like to try and do what i said i will do. Even though it took him 20 year he got to is wife after everything had happen. Me and him are really simular in will power and not wanting to give up what we want to do no matter what happens. Like now i am trying to lose weight which i have to be more healther. To prevent me from getting heart disease or being diabetic like the rest of my family. Even through heart break and depression and imsomnia i still power though the day.

My first race back was the Regional Meet. I wanted to beat my Personal Record but I knew that after so much time off I might not be ready to run that fast again. As the starting gun blew and we were off, vying for those 15 positions to get us into states, I felt good. My leg felt great and I didn’t have a care in the world. But after the first mile of the race, I noticed my lungs couldn't keep up with me. I slowed down, trying to fill my lungs with air, when I realized, I wasn't even upset about slowing down. I was so unbelievably happy to be running again, that my time at the end didn't matter. I let my other teammates pass me, excited that they were doing so well, and ran at my comfortable pace, smiling and happy to be running again. I ended up finishing the race running a 24:25, three minutes slower than my PR, but far faster than I ever would have been able to run if I hadn’t been able to race again. I knew that in the sense of the word, I’d failed; I hadn't made my PR and I hadn’t made it to the State Meet. But I realized that I had succeeded. I had gotten injured. My stress reliever, favorite hobby, and greatest thing I had never come to know had gotten taken away

For the last six years, I have been given the opportunity to competitively show jump. Competing has taught me a variety of lessons, including how to manage my commitments. Five times a week, I spend three hours at the barn, and throughout the year I spend various weekends competing. Though I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else, it doesn’t leave me with much spare time at the end of the night. Throughout the years, I have learned how to manage my social life, school work, and riding. I quickly realized that even though coming home from the barn at eight p.m and playing rock band until two a.m is way more exciting than doing homework for the rest of the night, that plan of action wasn’t going to do me any good. As a result of my past mistakes