Personal Narrative: Yukon State Track

The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The rectangular state rich with wildlife, covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The thick pine trees block out most of the sunlight, only to see about seventy-five yards. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down, but the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous when they fall down from trees. My adrenaline pumps and heart races at a million miles per hour as I wait patiently

The day before Christmas in 2012 was one of the most exciting and anxiety filled days of my life. First of all, it was the day before Christmas,so as a kid I was naturally excited, second is because it was the day I ran my first 5K. A few weeks before Christmas, my parents had signed my family up for a 5K. If you didn’t know a 5k, or an “impossible task for a fourth grader”, is a 3.2 mile run. My Mom said it would be a fun challenge that would make me so much stronger. Of course that was before she told me and my sister how far we’d be running. As soon as I heard it, it instantly sounded like something I’d never be able to do. But somehow and someway I managed to do it.

Before I knew it the Starter pointed his gun high and fired. Across the starting line from both sides I felt runners storming off, as did I. I wanted to take a smart approach as I planned I would. The first mile quickly came up and I was advancing my place further to put myself into a positive position to finish. A mile and a half into the race overall I felt relaxed  and was still moving up passing runners. Next the second mile came up and I was starting to struggle as were some runners close by. Additionally hills were to come in the next mile and a half and I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I knew If I stopped then slowed down, I wouldn’t satisfy myself. Eventually I made it through the hills along with other struggling runners. The last part of the race came and as soon as I made it to where I had about 400m left, overall I gave it all I had in the moment so that I finished in excellent standing with myself. As I gave it all I could I passed a few runners in the process and as a few passed by as well. Finally, after several minutes of trying to catch my breath I finally

In Colorado, we faced many challenges together and some alone. How I reacted to these encounters wasn’t how I would have liked to. However, everything I went through and did in Colorado taught me lessons I would have not learned any other way. I learned to have a better attitude, to be more social, and to be more trusting. All these lessons that I’ve learned will help me better my attitude and my life.

At this meet, instead of a gun, they fire a cannon. The cannon fired and we were off. I felt super slow this meet. I was mad I thought I was going to get a worse time than Bob Schul again. I ran through the race passing people, letting the energy from the crowd keep me going because hearing someone yell for me when I’m running I feel so much better. Eventually I got down this small hill and I saw the finish line about 200 meters ahead. The clock was in the 17’s and I got really excited because for me, this was really good. I was sprinting as fast as my legs could go. I thought I was going to fall on my face because I couldn’t control my legs anymore. I ended up with a time of 18:08. A PR by a minute and a half, that would stand most of the season. No matter how slow I was, and how much my speed was made fun of at practice, I still got high-fives and congratulations after a meet. The rest of the meet was fun because we all hung out, waiting for the award and eating the really good buttered parmesan pasta. Greenville was not death, it was the best.

I remember the 48 hour exercise restriction that made me sad but relieved at the same time since I was so tired. I also remembered missing my pre-cal test the following morning. I considered my diagnosis: dehydration and heat exhaustion. I thought about how I let down my team because they could not score at the meet without my finish. I knew better. If I learned anything from that day, it would be that every day, or more specifically, every race, is not perfect. The bad races make you appreciate the good ones that much more. My team and family proved how supporting they really are. I knew I was blessed, no matter how

It was my last track meet of the year and I knew that if I got in the top five I would get to go to state. I had to get first in the event I was running, so I knew that I had to run my best.

It all started on a sunday evening in Germantown, Tennessee in the Smith’s residence. The Smith family was having a nice family dinner when Ethan Smith the father of two 13 year old boys put out the idea of going on a vacation. Ethan said to the boys, “You know your mother and I have been thinking and we have decided to go Colorado and rent a cabin next week.” The two boys were wondering why they weren’t going down to florida as they have done for the past 9 years in a row. So Jimmy asked that question to his parents, “Dad why aren’t we going down to Florida this year.” Ethan replied, “Well son we have done that to many years in a row and I want something new. Jimmy and Cooper our flight leaves tomorrow so you both better start packing.” Jimmy

Exhaustion was getting to me and made me want to give up. My legs felt like jelly, and I did not think I could keep going. Hearing the crowd cheer gave me the courage to finish the race. I could see someone getting really close behind me, so with all of my strength left, I took off on a sprint.

My 5k run was an experience. I had to give it my all. I started out with enough to stop a train. I had energy but it was dwindling into oblivion. By the time I had got to the long straight dirt road people started to pass me. When I turned around I saw lots more making me feel better. I again picked up my pace and continued. I learned that I was not alone. I know I wouldn’t be at the top so I stopped and started walking. Soon a man came and said “come on buddy only a quarter mile left.” I started to run again and I beat my last time.

He’s a tallish nerd, clearly not the popular type, milk chocolate colored hair, deep brown eyes, and full of random facts. I’m athletic, also tall but shorter than a average guy, colored hair, color changing eyes and easily stands out in a crowd, with both the brains and brawn. They are opposite with few similarities. He’s made it to college and I’m a high school senior. He plays pep-band and I plays the softball diamond. He lifts a fork, I lifts weights. However I weighs more than most of the guys on the football team, but I don’t look it while he looks heavier than me. I’m from a little 3-stoplight town and he’s from the biggest city in Montana. He doesn’t have major plans just going with the flow. I have my life almost planned just in the

Me and my team were playing around with Coach Sharp and decided to race each other in basketball. It was a regular school day, practicing at 2 pm to prepare the team for a better season next year. The gym was blazing, full of sweaty girls, and we were enjoying ourselves because we had finished our last game. All of a sudden, practice ended and it felt like my energy was drained. My heart began to race fast and I couldn’t breathe. I thought to myself that this could not be good. I told my coach to come over and

Canada, a great, pleasant, and delightful place to be. This great country is one of the 23 countries in North America. After Russia, This beloved country Canada is the second largest country in the whole world and as a matter of fact, it is about ten million kilometers squared. In this country, we have a variety of seasons and a wide range of temperatures. This country has all four seasons, which include, bright summers, glacial winters, blooming springs and falls here are just magnificent. The temperature can get to as high as 33 degrees Celsius and as low as -25 degrees Celsius. Presently we have the longest street that was ever made called Yonge street that is about 2 thousand kilometers long. No doubt Canadians are popular for the production

My best moment was when I went to Colorado. The reason why I went there was to see Steven. Me and Steven have, been best friends since we were born. His name was supposed to be Bradley but my mom named me that. Since she named me that his middle name is Bradley.