Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Cross Country

Every runner wore a bib number with the time they start on it. As I was running people were passing me who had started after me, and I kept thinking I was going too slow and that I shouldn’t be taking this long to complete it. Through words of encouragement from my mom and decipline mentras from myself I finished the race, I crosses the fanish line and the feeling of triumph as I crossed it was something I’ll never forget.

Sweat dripping from your chin, oxygen hard to find, legs feeling numb, eyesight blurred, dizziness setting in, coaches going crazy with words of encouragement and the finish line is only a few feet away. The final stretch is here and all you have to do is catch up to the kid running inches in front of you. You feel like every breath is your last, as your stride gets you that much closer to your opponent. Running out of space, moving legs at turbo speed and doing all you can to catch that kid. Your stomach feels as though as it is on fire, as you get a step the kid. Now you have to pass him and maintain your distance. You can hear the parents screaming your name, motivating you to run even faster. Now the finish is right there, with the adrenaline keeping you going you push yourself through the finish line. Once you pass it you can feel nothing, but your heart pounding like a drum against your chest. You can taste the lactic acid in your mouth, hear the ringing in your ears, see the blur of parents walking up to congratulate you on your efforts. You have done it, you have completed a cross country race.

It is your teammates and your coaches encouraging you to finish the last three miles.

I did not know that I could push myself so hard and come far enough to drop over a minute of time from freshman year for my 5k time. Joining cross country in high school was quite scary for me. I did not know many people, other than the two girls who were over ten minutes faster than

Cross country has impacted my life in so many different ways. I have learned so many great life lessons the past two years since I’ve been on the girl’s high school cross country team. I’ve learned that not everything is going to go your way, not everyone is going to like you in life, and not everyday is going to be a good day but you just have to run through it. This year alone I’ve learned that not every race is going to be my best, but that’s why we set goals.

Though high school sports may seem trifling in the grand scheme of things, they are often not insignificant to the athletes that participate in them. I participated in both cross country and track and they were, and continue to be, of great value to me. Sports have challenged me both physically and mentally, and have equipped me with essential characteristics, such as hard work, dedication, self-control, supportiveness.

I just got back from Europe it was so much fun!!! Now I have to go to a cross country meet. When I get to the cross country meet my

Only 1 lap, I thought as I crossed the line. I started moving faster. I could feel the little rubber bits on the track as I ran along. I ran around the last curve of the race.

Every year I see a new set of team; people from previous years have the tendency to quite not because it’s hard, but they see the football players getting rallies and having the cheerleaders cheering. So most of the people that did cross country just joins football the

The rain had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day I for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running on uneven surfaces. Therefore, I was restricted to only run flat track. I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my friends and family thought I was irrational for practicing on my time although I knew it would be for a great reason. The transition from flat surfaces to an off road more complex terrain was extremely challenging. There were numerous days that I struggled and just wanted to give up. However, my determination factor would not let me give up. In addition, I

I have been in the bottom of the mountain as well on top, figurative and literality. I have fallen in love with a sport that has pushed me pass limits. When it comes to running, I am as slow as the tortoise from the fable Tortoise and the Hare. My freshman year, I finished every race in last place but I have never stopped running in a race because it was how I was train. Our workouts prepared me for any obstacle that might cross my way during a race. It is this exact mindset that I have applied to life. I can not give up no matter how rough it gets and that the sun will always come again. There always going to be more obstacle and I just need to keep my head held high. Cross Country and life are actually very relatable. I use my experiences in trails and apply to life situations. Although I might have had primordially finished last place, over that last years I have improved race by race. No longer am I last person to cross the finish line. I realized that in life, I will have to invest time, effort, sweat, and dedication to accomplish something that will not happen over night. Cross country has also taught me how to be responsible for my own action because I will not improve by taking the easy way out. If I want improve, I have to take responsibility to go that extra mile. For me, it was not easy to be where I am today. Everyday was a painful struggle, but I had subside the pain and remember the reason I why

I continued to do the best that I could. I saw other people in my age group running by me at the same moment I was struggling to compose myself. I didnt know if I missed my chance in winning this pretigious race.

My parents thought that my fascination with the winter sport would be short-lived, however, within two years, I had joined the alpine ski team. Soon skiing became the focus of my weekend as I drove to Tahoe every Saturday morning. I eventually joined the competitive ski team which added another dimension to my life. Every morning we would practice on the race course followed by an afternoon exploring challenging trails filled with tricky obstacles. Every risk I took while skiing made me more confident and ready to take on challenges in other aspects of my life. When I went backcountry skiing for the first time, I finally felt in complete control of my life. Rather than letting fear and doubt dictate my life, I chose to take risks and make opportunities for

Cross country is a sport that is won or lost inside your head. Obviously it takes physical fitness, but even more than that it takes mental strength. I love running, and, for the most part, I have found success and satisfaction in my high school career; however, I have also had my share of disappointments and regrets. Weather it was just a bad race or a heartbreaking

If you stay after school on Mondays and Wednesday you might see the Cross-country team running lap after lap around the entire yard. In Cross-country you are suppose to run at least a mile on a long track with many obstacles that you will never encounter in football or track. On Tuesday September, 29 the first cross-country meet of this season was held at Kenneth Hahn Park, The owls amazed with a startling First place for the D2 boys and second for D3 boys. Also a Hoot to Malik Castro-Devarow with fourth place for D1 division. Congrats to the WISH Owls Cross-country team and good luck with future