Personal Narrative: My First Track Team
When at the age of five, my parents began to experiment with and place me in many different activities. The first activity was gymnastics, which was a complete failure. The gym instructor would lift my body to the high bars so I can get a feel for it and in that moment I knew it wasn’t for me. The second activity my parents decided I should try next was track and field. Track was fun at first, I actually like to run and I was pretty fast, I believed. When I joined the track team the season was going to begin soon only giving me three weeks to prepare myself for my first track meet. I trained for a while thinking I was decent ready for what life has to throw at me, then the day of the track meet arrived. Arriving at the stadium I was shocked
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I felt like such a looser I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t because everyone had their eyes on me feeling like a dam about to burst. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life as I was on that track. I was about to walk off the turf and not finish, but then I started to he rhythmic clap from the audience and I knew it was for me. At that moment I started to jog to finish line. I had two forces fighting within me one wanting me to give up and there wanting to keep going forward and not letting people down. If the audience can put the effort to cheer me on, the least I can do is finish. I finally finish and I have never been so happy to finish something in my life. When I saw my mother I burst into tears, asking her If I can quite running. She allowed me to quiet and I was longer running on the track. That race was probably the most terrifying and monumental race of my life. Even though I gave up running track and field at the moment, my mind set changed I believed I began to work harder after that moment in my life. I try to be more prepared for things so I never have to have that feeling of being such a loser. And this doesn’t mean I need to be in first place every time in everything I do, I just need to always finish strong to the
I felt like such a looser I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t because everyone had their eyes on me feeling like a dam about to burst. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life as I was on that track. I was about to walk off the turf and not finish, but then I started to he rhythmic clap from the audience and I knew it was for me. At that moment I started to jog to finish line. I had two forces fighting within me one wanting me to give up and there wanting to keep going forward and not letting people down. If the audience can put the effort to cheer me on, the least I can do is finish. I finally finish and I have never been so happy to finish something in my life. When I saw my mother I burst into tears, asking her If I can quite running. She allowed me to quiet and I was longer running on the track. That race was probably the most terrifying and monumental race of my life. Even though I gave up running track and field at the moment, my mind set changed I believed I began to work harder after that moment in my life. I try to be more prepared for things so I never have to have that feeling of being such a loser. And this doesn’t mean I need to be in first place every time in everything I do, I just need to always finish strong to the