Run-Personal Narrative

When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

I remember when I turned five, something in my mother’s head clicked. She wanted me to join track. I did not understand the point of running just to reach the finish line. Other sports like football, soccer, etc. have something to run for, but what does track have to run for? Yes, it’s to reach that finish line, but what is that going to do for me? That was the first thought that came to my seven-year-old self. Let’s just say for the first couple years my thoughts about running were far from being changed.

My feet pounded on the uneven ground, each step increasingly difficult. My breath was loud, uneven to my ears. I could see the girl in front of me, her brightly colored uniform becoming smaller as she pulled ahead. It was now or never; if I did not surge now, there was no chance of making it. I took a deep breath and increased my pace, running harder than I ever had before. But it wasn’t enough. I crossed the finish line, grabbing a tree as I struggled to stand, and look at the timer. With a time of 21:42 for the girls varsity 5k race, I knew I had missed my goal, and my season was over.

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.

“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!

Every race kept increasing with distance, and I wasn’t sure if I could continue. Yet I began to attend practice everyday, running three miles and coming in last. Everyone said they didn’t mind waiting, but I just didn’t feel confident running the 26.2 miles. It didn’t hit me that I was going to run until we attended the convention at the dodgers’

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

“Dover, want some Wendy’s?” Amy stated in a casual pitch. Dover knows his name, so he will give some kind of response, usually, but there was nothing.

Participating in track and field has been an activity I have done since I was a little girl. I ran in AAU track meets during grade school, was a member of the junior high track team, and am a member of the high school track team. Since I have always been perceived as one of the quickest girls, sprinting has been my strongest event. As I started competing in school track, however, my track coach thought I would be a better long-distance runner. After several years, we came to a compromise of running the mid-distance 800 meter run.

It was a warm winter day my family and I were out enjoying ourselves alone at the sledding hill. Sausers, tubes, sleds, and toboggans, we used them all. Until we decided to build ramps, well my brothers did. I was too young to understand.

I went to 6 flags for my 13 birthday I was so happy and excited. I went with my mom and my cousin Mikaela. When we first got there we stayed at this amazing hotel that had two bedrooms. One for my mom and one for me and my cousin to share. You could see the beach right out the bedroom window.

My mom’s anger over the dog upsets me. Last Friday my mom and dad were trying to clean out Spenser's ears. My mom could tell he didn't’ want his ears cleaned because he looked hesitant from the beginning. Right when my mom stuck the first cotton ball in his ear, he started to majorly crawl. My mom threw her hands up in frustration and huffed outside to the front porch where she sat for 20 minutes until she came back in grumbling under breath in annoyance. She was afraid he was going to bite her because he has done that before with my sister. My dad tried talking to my mom, but she just kept yelling. I could feel the thick air from all the stress and tension. SInce my mom gave up on trying with Spenser, she brought up the fact that she

I held the phone to my ear as I waited for a reply. I watched Duke as he was being carried out the door, his body now motionless yet I could see a sliver of his deep brown eyes poking out from under his eyelids. It's better for him to not be hurting even if I can't see him. It's better for him to not be hurting even if I can't see him. It's better for him… I was caught off guard as laughter came rumbling through the phone.

I was tired of my father getting on my butt as soon as our eyes met, my mother in my face whenever I came home and my older brother constantly pushing me around at every turn. I was home now and prepared to tell all of them that I had finally said hello and she blew me off and that was that. I was ready to chuck my book bag through a wall as soon as the door closed behind me, but it and the wall never did a thing to me. I had to admit what had upset me more than chubby blowing me off was the fact that I had listened to my older brother and spoke with her in front of everyone? Mr. Wisdom said the pressure of her to speak to me would be greater with people around than if I said a word to her where no one could see the two of us.

It was raining. I slowly strolled through the dark, dingy streets on my own. My clothes clung to my skin as the water soaked completely through leaving my limbs numb. Every so often a drop of rain would trickle down the back on my neck making my whole body tremble. The streets were completely deserted. It felt like I had been walking for ages, the cold had completely taken over my body to the point where I could not remember at time when I was warm. I had been walking around for hours, gathering my thoughts. I liked being alone. I liked the rain. The rhythmic sound of the rain bouncing off the pavement relaxed my body and allowed me to connect with myself. I spotted at a park across the road. I walked over, sat on the bench and tensed my