Personal Narrative Essay: My First Football Player
Our fourth leg runner crossed the finish line with a record setting 9:47.9 and Lampeter-Strasburg’s twelve year old 4x800m record was shattered. My teammates and I were on cloud nine. I could not believe that we had done it, even though the countless hours we had put in on the track said otherwise. Through thick and thin, wins and losses, we were always after the same dream. My worn spikes had accumulated so many miles during the season that I had lost track, but it was all worth it when we received a baton engraved with our names and record time at the track banquet. That day, it seemed as though nothing could ever stop me.
Upon entering track my sophomore year, I was looking to build on my successful season from the previous year. Unfortunately, God had other plans. During try-out week, it became clear to me that this season was going to be different. My body …show more content…
To make matters worse, my sister surpassed my freshman time by several seconds.
Throughout the season my former 4x800 teammates planned team bonding nights, and a few were held at my house since my sibling was a member of the team. I gave my teammates a sincere smile, even though on the inside I was seething with anger and disappointment. Eventually, I came to terms with my running capabilities and I was finally able to enjoy cheering on my teammates without feeling bitter, even when they broke the record that I set the previous year.
That track season gave me a hefty helping of humble pie. I was forced to work hard, yet not throw a fit when I could not run as fast as I used to. I learned how to become a supporter for my teammates and to be grateful that I have the ability to run. By the end of the season, I finally understood what it means to run for yourself and not for time. I learned how to genuinely smile after my races, even when my times were not
Upon entering track my sophomore year, I was looking to build on my successful season from the previous year. Unfortunately, God had other plans. During try-out week, it became clear to me that this season was going to be different. My body …show more content…
To make matters worse, my sister surpassed my freshman time by several seconds.
Throughout the season my former 4x800 teammates planned team bonding nights, and a few were held at my house since my sibling was a member of the team. I gave my teammates a sincere smile, even though on the inside I was seething with anger and disappointment. Eventually, I came to terms with my running capabilities and I was finally able to enjoy cheering on my teammates without feeling bitter, even when they broke the record that I set the previous year.
That track season gave me a hefty helping of humble pie. I was forced to work hard, yet not throw a fit when I could not run as fast as I used to. I learned how to become a supporter for my teammates and to be grateful that I have the ability to run. By the end of the season, I finally understood what it means to run for yourself and not for time. I learned how to genuinely smile after my races, even when my times were not