Personal Narrative: Jumping Across The Field

I fell good enough to finish this race, as I rapidly pick up my pace. The finish line is so close, but so are the other runners. By now, I can hear all of the players booing at me. "I'm going to prove them wrong" I say as I run through the finish line. As the thin piece of paper tears, I'm overwhelmed.

This time, however, I managed to make it past those steep inclines and declines, and I actually completed the course. It took me 44 minutes, but I completed it. After the course, my friends congratulated me. After a lot of trouble and challenges through the season, I finally finish my first cross country ski race, and I go back home prouder, more courageous, and with a new sense of

All the training we did the week before paid off and all the bruises, hard-work, and running was worth it. My team had to settle down and we got in a line and shook hands with the other team. While walking by the other team, you could see the look of defeat in their eyes, with their sweaty palms making fists to high five my open hand. Their low voices mumbled as I passed which was an indication of

We got onto the course that was covered with racing flags, music, invitational shirts, team tents, spikes everywhere, and a mile long line of porta potties. We set up our team tent and put all our bags underneath. I was extremely nervous, wanting to throw up. My nerves were racing. I was sweaty and felt sick to my stomach.

I linked arms with my teammates as we sung our alma mater. The hard work, the connections with my teammates, the excitement, and the leadership that I went through to get to this point during the season was gone. Everything that I took for granted suddenly flashed before me. These teammates weren’t just some kids I played soccer with. They were brothers that I would be remember for the rest of my life.

At the end my throat is always dry, begging for water, and I am always completely out of breath. This is the only meet where you can go all out and receive a good time, and it’s a complete confidence booster. After the race, we all cheer each other on, then head over to the rides to celebrate what we have worked plenty hours

Sprinting to the finish line, gasping for air, all I could think about was how I was not going to make it in time. It was the end of the summer, and the start of tryouts for the soccer season. My head coach of many years had always had the tradition of holding varsity tryouts with a few requirements: you must be able to run a mile in under six minutes, and you need to be able to juggle a soccer ball at least 50 times. All spring and summer I had been training for that one run around the track four times. Countless hours of running many miles around my neighborhood and local track.

(a dead one) Aside from having no speed or stamina, and on top of that, I came down with asthma. So I fell behind the rest of the team. Thankfully, my coach at the time realized this and started putting me in front of the line before we started running to keep me “fresh”. To this day I’m still not sure how this was supposed to help me, because everyone still passed me by the time we finished running.

Where had all the time gone? Boom! All 160 runners go off like you are herding cattle. My stomach drops. What was going to happen?

My feet thumped with every stride. With every step I took, I increased the distance between myself and the other runners. This was my problem, as I was put in the slower heat. I had nobody to push me, and was I was completely alone. It was just me against the clock.

Feet Flight Track and field; my favorite sport in high school, although I never knew it was my thing until junior year. I joined because a majority of my friends were in it as well, and I wanted to try it out for myself. It was a decent first season. I hadn’t ever thought that I could be as good of a long jumper as I am now. This is a personal story I am sharing because I had one my most accomplished days of my life, yet life doesn’t always turn out perfect.

As it was almost time for me to start running, I was so excited. When they called my name to run, the butterflies in my stomach built up more and more. The first event was the states race the one event that I don 't practice a lot. My run was really fast but not fast enough to keep up with these people. The next event was the poles.

Like every other day of the first week of school, I was sitting alone at recess on the curb, watching the kids play soccer. It wasn’t as hot as the past few days but the sun was still shining down on the pavement. I could hear the sound of kids yelling around me, but I didn’t move because this was normal behavior for a group of fifty some eight year old kids. I was hunched over watching one of the kids score another goal, that made three so far, and tied the game with a score of three to three. The team I was rooting for was doing better than normal, as they normally are beat within minutes.

walked out of the gondola at the top, and I could see the sun that is just about to rise behind the mountain further away. The sky was clear, and the cold temperature made my breath heavy. The snow crunched under my skis when I walked in the snow, and I felt that today was going to be a good day. I took two perfect runs on the slope before it was time for inspection of the course. I normally like when the course is changing from turn to turn, and the course today was just like that.

BANG!!! The starting gun fired and everyone in the front started to sprint while I went at my usual jogging pace. It would be my last cross country meet and while running I thought about my first day of practice. It was a slightly warm late summer day and that day I got a small taste of what we do in cross country and I could tell it would definitely be a challenge for me. Our first meet had been extremely easy, only being 1 mile.