Personal Narrative: Track Team Tryouts

Life’s as usual in my life until a date appeared on the calendar. March 9th: Track Team Tryouts. I thought about trying out for the team; and after a silent debate in my head featuring the pros and cons of being on the team, I decided to I’d run again this year. Although I knew I was capable of making the team , I also knew I had to get back in shape. “Let’s turn theses flabs into abs then.” I told myself.
I was relieved, the only problem I had of not being in shape could be easily solved by running in the morning before school. The only thing I needed was my parent’s permission. And since I really had my mind on making and joining the track team this year, I really needed this “OK” from my parents to put my plan in effect. After dinner, each of my family members went up to their own individual room to finish their work for the whether it be homework or simply chores. As soon as the schoolwork on my desk was
I was dazzled and confused on what reason my parents had to say know. Truth was that at the moment , I didn’t care much about my parent’s ruling and opinion. I was going to break the rules and run anyway; yet another problem confronted me. The only time I could run without my parents was from 6 to 6:45, which was two hours earlier than I intended to do originally. Yet besides this determination was the only thing on my mind; so, I set my alarm for 5:55, put my phone to charge, and went to sleep with the face of a champion. BEEP BEEP BEEP. I grabbed my phone and snoozed the alarm before anyone else in the house heard it and woke up. I got out of bed, changed my clothes, and went down the stairs with the skill and grace of a trained ninja. Only one part left, the squeaky door. I eyed and stared it down, threatening it with my mind; after a few hopes and threats, the door opened without a noise and I closed it behind me. After the door closed, I looked outside, took a deep breath, and