Personal Narrative: A Cross-Country Race

I was a cross country runner for all four years of my high school career. Regardless of how many races I ran, each one was just as nerve racking as the first. It has been years since I have ran a cross country race, but I can still relive the memory like it was yesterday. Cross country was not just a sport for me; it was exhilarating and challenging. The crowds of supporters swarmed together between the bright green hills and waited on the soft turf of the golf course for the race to start. I remember standing at the starting line, waiting in anticipation for the ear-splitting crack of the gun, and the light floating smell of gun powder. I could almost feel the anxious and pounding heart beats of the runners around me. My muscles were taut