Personal Narrative: Pain Is Temporary By Roger Bannister

“Set….” there was a long pause, I felt a cold breeze of air whisk past my hair. The time for fun and game was over., Iit was time to get serious. I heard the a loud BANG! As I got into my running, emotions filled my body, I knew that it was time to give it my all. As I approached the first 100 meters of the race, I was at the back of the field, it was at this precise moment that Roger Bannister’s famous words “Pain is temporary” resonated in my mind. I began to pick it up by the 200 meter mark, I was representing my team, I can’t lose. By the 300 meter mark, I began to pass people, from a spectator’s view, it was like watching a rabbit destroy a field of tall, black bears. As I approached the line, I blacked out. It all began on a cold, chilly, October night, I received a message on my email from my counselor regarding sports registration, as I scrolled through the endless list of sports to enroll in, none seemed to peak my interest, until I came upon that sport, track and field.. So, I signed up. I will never forget the day I walked into that cold, empty
It felt rewarding knowing that everything before this, was building up to this point, but I knew it was not over., Tthere was still much more ahead. As I exited the chute, my coach with a great, big smile, shook my hand and said, “Meet by meet, you look more like an athlete to me, you’re a good man.” I smiled and went to the bleachers where my team was sitting, they congratulated me, I felt so happy because not only did I represent the South, I made my coach and teammates proud., Tit was a day of unrivaled proportions. Words cannotI couldn’t even describe how good I felt. I felt like the happiest man in the world. Through the beautiful sport that is track and field, I learned that through the hardships endured through practice, no matter how much is endured, that you should always give it your