The Worst Day Of My Life Essay

I soon snapped out of this state, hastily trying to stretch my muscles, which were cramping because I was so anxious. I heard the announcer yell “Ready, Set, Go!” followed by the pop of the starting pistol. Startled I took off running as fast as I could momentary forgetting to pace myself. I knew I would run out of energy if I didn’t do something to correct myself, so I slowed down and matched my breath to my steps. This way I could get an adequate amount of air into my lungs for aerobic respiration. By doing this I cruised through the first mile of the

Cresting the hill, I struggled with my ragged breathing and the pain in my hips. I focused on my rhythm I in order to keep going. My running shoes slapped the pavement as onlookers expressed their encouragement with cowbells and cheers. I wondered again why I put myself into the situation by choice. As I passed mile 13 I remembered. I felt my eyes water and my legs shake as the finish line approached. Marines in uniform stood ready with medals and smiles as they encouraged us in our own hardships to rise above the pain and finish. The announcer spoke my name but I hardly heard him as a medal slipped over my head and I marveled at the weight, not of the medal, but the accomplishment which seemed impossible for the past three hours. I finished in 3 hours, 7 minutes. It was not an Olympic record and I detested running at mile two, but I did it.

I ran back up the hill to our camp, trying to move quickly without wasting too much energy, took my inhaler, and rushed back down the hill. Soon, it was time for the race to start. The officials gave an overview of information about the race and how it would start. The official behind us blew a long whistle. We stood, motionless, just waiting for that starting gunshot. Pow! The race was off. I sprinted out of the pack. I tried to find a good pace and settle in. We ran up a few hills, and then we made it to the first entrance to the creek. Unintelligently, I didn’t slow down very much going into the creek. Because I didn’t slow down, I splashed into the creek with a belly flop, almost submerging my whole body underwater. I got up quickly, then began to climb up the mud wall. I clawed at that wall like it was my enemy. I avoided the rope, even though it actually wasn’t that busy at the moment. I was too focused to switch strategies. We continued to run on, passing many fans, their cheers a chaotic blur. We passed through the second part of the creek, which was not nearly as deep. It was only about mid-shin to knee level, so I made my way through just fine. We ran all over the vineyard. I wasn’t feeling too awful. I was just caught up in the thrill of the race! We made it to the cornfields, and there were lots of small hills. I ran through them staring at the ground, and I kept seeing the same pair of shoes. For some strange reason, I kept staring at those shoes. People do crazy things when they run, you could say! Anyways, I passed the person wearing those shoes. We ran away from the corn fields and under a bridge. I was coming closer and closer to the finish. I was struggling to continue, but I would not quit! I pushed through the pain, but by the end of the race, I was just done. I saw the final hill in front of me. It was one of the biggest hills on the course, if not the biggest, and it was definitely the most difficult after

The announcer was counting down and all I could think to myself was, “Please don’t die.” Standing dead smack in the centre of a herd of men and women, all of which were whooping and hollering anticipating the starting pistol to go off. Yet, there I was, praying that my 3 months of training wasn’t going to let me down. 5 seconds to go; and there was no turning back, what laid ahead for all of us was 11 miles and 21 obstacles that were designed to test one’s mental and physical tenacity. It wasn’t a competition; it was a trial. “Here we go!” my best friend Aaron declares sportively with a nudge as the pistol goes off, and our Braveheart charge was underway.

With the sun beating against my back, I ran through the narrow path, my breaths heavy and jagged. This was my first time running an obstacle course, and the different stations, from rope climbing to log jumping, had left me exhausted. My squad members had started to notice me struggling, but instead of running past me, they started to shout encouragements and cheer me on. Though I was drained of energy by the time I reached the finish line, I was overflowing with appreciation. My squad members, whom I met just four days before, had all teamed up to support me.

My legs were obnoxiously tired and in immense pain, and with every step I felt the pain everywhere. Every part of my body, physical and mental told me to quit, and I told myself it would be so much easier to just get in the car and stop right there. Deep down inside I knew that I had set a goal, and no matter what I was going to accomplish it. I pushed past my fear and doubt and I decided that I was going to keep going no matter what my mind said. I realized that with the little push that came from deep inside, I could conquer what seemed like the impossible. Mile ten brought me the opportunity to fail at a goal I had set. Many times in life, the option to fail at a goal is set in front of you, and at the time, it seems like the easiest way out of any situation. I had the very option set in front of me, but I know if I would have taken it, I would have regretted

With the sun beating against my back, I ran through the narrow path, my breaths heavy and jagged. This was my first time running an obstacle course, and the different stations, from rope climbing to log jumping, had left me exhausted. My squad members had started to notice me struggling, but instead of running past me, they started to shout encouragements and cheer me on. Although I was drained of energy when I reached the finish line, I was overflowing with appreciation. My squad members, whom I met just four days before, had all teamed up to support me.

Our group started out from the parking lot. After about five minutes, my heart was already beating with exertion, my clothes were sweaty and we’d only covered one quarter of a kilometer. This was going to be tougher than I

The bell rang in my ears, the school day was over, I walked out of my class, got dressed and headed out to the track. It was a breezy day, and the whole team was gathered around the coaches ready to listen to see what our workout is. “Today you are going to be running mile, in all it will add up to 5 miles”, said the coach. Mile repeats are never easy. They are probably one of the hardest workouts for me. We all rushed to the starting line, looking around everyone was anxious to get started. “5...4...3...2...1”, the coach shouted! I darted off, the wind blew harder, and gave a push in the beginning, but once I went around the curve, I was going against the wind. My body had to work harder to finish, crossing the line we went into the turf, I could barely breathe, but we still had four more to go. This was going to be hard, and I knew it. After practice was over we all had a meeting before the race the next day.

Life can be brutal. One moment we are relaxing on our back porch, and the next we are on our way to the hospital. Bad things happen all the time, but we can never be fully prepared for them. My mom had been feeling sick for a while but we all assumed something minor. We never expected a relentless fight for my mother’s life from one of the deadliest diseases of this world. I received the call, sitting in the driver’s seat of my grandmother’s car on my way to buy an outfit for an interview I had. I can remember every little detail of that day. “Your mom has Leukemia.” It sounded like the most bizarre sentence at the time. We learned that she would need to be transported down to Indianapolis for extensive treatment as soon as possible. We didn’t know what to expect, but we knew it

As I wake up to screaming and banging noises just past 4:30 a.m., I was quickly reminded that it was physical fitness day at Basic Leadership Camp. Barely being able to wipe the crust out of my eyes, I jump out of bed, put on my shoes, and ran outside to my platoon. Shortly after, I began to run what would soon be the hardest mile to run of my life. As I am running with sweat dripping down my spine, I see the brightest red line that seemed so far but was only seconds away. I then closed my eyes as tight as a vice. Within seconds I felt an amazing rush of relief. I crossed the line that determined not only the mile I just finished running, but also the hard work and time I put in to get to that moment. I crossed the

One beautiful day i was feeding my horses and chickens, suddenly i spot something moving in the woods, i hear mom call for breakfast but i wanted to see what was moving out in the woods. I called back to mom “be right there”, and i headed toward it, i was near it, a moment later it was gone. I walked 1 step in the woods to make sure ,and i heard mom call “come on”

It is amazing that when you think about it, we actually take so many things for granted. We never know how good something we have is until you do not have it with you in your everyday life anymore. My family is known to be a very happy and fun group of people. If you know any of us, you would not think that we have had to deal with the loss of a family member. Up until now, I have never truly experienced what it was like to lose someone you care about so much until I had to do it twice this year.

Not everything in life has a fairytale ending. There are certain times in life when you realized that you can’t hold onto grudges and anger that doesn’t do you any good. You grow to realize that family is the most important gift you will ever receive. Especially after losing someone you have cherished, loved and looked up to over the years. April 17, 2016 was one of the worst days of my life. I lost a great women who inspired me to be a better me and follow my dreams; my grandmother. She was such an inspiration to me and a great joy to have in my life for 18 years. She would help to teach people how to learn from their own mistakes and share great experiences with the ones she loved.

We ran as a unit and I became comfortable with the rhythm of their thumping feet. I was content that I was able to keep up, considering they had already been practicing for a while. Soon our group was increasingly linear and I found myself unsurprisingly, near the back. My very bones hurt, rattling as my aching legs continued on purely by effort. I desperately sucked in breath but my throat was tight and it was not enough. I tried again, and again but my airway was even smaller. It was as if I was in a raging river, moving downstream quickly helplessly trying to stay afloat, completely out of control. Now I was falling behind the group and I imagined disapproval from the distant foreboding figure of the coach, so I tried harder. I gasped with renewed vigor and with each exhalation I puffed out with extreme effort. Not even after a minute my pace had