Personal Narrative-I Joined The Football Team

I joined the football team. Yes a girl joined. The year was 2016, around February, and Robert came around with the sign-up sheet. He was asking a bunch of guys to sign up and tons of them did. He came by me and as he was asking more people, I built up the courage and asked him if those were the football sign-ups he said yes and I grabbed one of the pens and signed. I was excited and nervous. My palms were sweaty and I was staring at the paper. I wrote my name and everyone started asking if i was serious or not. I was, well at least i thought i was. Soon training started we practiced two times a week for 3 hours each day. Practice was hard but was worth trh. I had competition every day. Trying to be better every time. I felt tired and worn
The goal post was down at the far end. Its silver color made a bright light shining into our small eyes. We all squinted as the thudding of feet and the chatter grew louder. The boys were on there way to the practice spot, pushing and shoving each other in a playful manner. They were joking around. It was all new to me at the moment. Everyone arrived there by me, I remember thinking about how the season would go and who would give me a hard time out there. As the eleven of us make our way to the opposite end of the field the coaches started yelling for us to hurry. We started to jog out to them. To say i was nervous was an understatement. I felt new and very ready for this next step in my athletic experience. My cleats kicked up the ground as i ran to the other side. We started warm ups soon after, all new kids learned to not mess up pretty quickly! We had to restart drills if we messed up, so most of that time was because we messed up. The team had to do down ups and with dry and hard grass and twigs on the ground it hurt. We had all bled at some point today. The hard grass poked and prodded at us as we did everything. Our helmets were already on and the smooth dark blue/Navy color helmet was fit onto my head. It was heavy and