Personal Narrative: Yukon State Track

Laying down in bed the night before the meet was always nerve wracking, wondering who was going to show up to the meet the next day. The drive over to the track was often long and silent. Often thinking of every outcome of each race could drive a runner insane. Finally arriving and seeing all the athletes, spectators, and the crowd. The roar of the announcer echoing through the stadium. I stepped on the track hoping to see a few familiar faces. The cold breeze blowing against my tracksuit. I began to warm up and tuned out

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

It was my first race headed to Greater Lowell Tech.The first thing that happens when i walk into Greater Lowell’s track were 50 to 100 people in different schools including greater lowell there were schools like Mystic Valley, Northeast. My heart was pounding heavily like it can’t stop. luckily i was taking deep breaths to calm myself because the quad race haven’t started yet. So then our coach was discussing about Greater Lowell’s Course but there were a lot people i was shocked to watch. then show us the course when should we take advantage to pass people. Then the starter guy will say all boys will meet in the starting line so i walk there seeing 50 to 100 people in the starting line i already feel my legs shaking and aching a lot, mouth dry too need water etc. I look at the other teams they looked determined

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.

I ran as fast as I could, I was tired but knew that I had to keep going. The sun shone down ferociously making it very bright and torrid. I felt sweat drip from just above my brow into my right eye. My eye began to get a burning sensation just as I turned the corner. My muscles ached, but I knew I had to shift into overdrive and pick up the pace. I started to run faster and faster. I began to get the feeling like I was about to throw up, but knew that I couldn’t stop now. I continued to sprint to the finish, and just as I crossed the finish line I looked to the clock and noticed that I set a new PR. The feeling of happiness that swelled up inside me took me back to the practice on the tuesday of the previous week: That day it was hot as fire

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

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.

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)

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

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.

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.

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

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