Personal Narrative On Race

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The road from 8th grade track to Sophomore year Cross country was rough, but I managed it. My races were better than I had ever expected. I remember my conference race in Mid October. I really wanted to stop like every other runner, but I kept running faster till I stayed up with one girl for the rest of my race. We pushed each other to the end, it was a tough fight for the finish. I ran across the finish line, and checked the clock exhausted. I was ecstatic at the time I got 23:30 , and I proved to myself of what I could do that day.

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