Race-Personal Narrative

I was addicted to the feeling of flying through the water so fast and gracefully. My specialty stroke was butterfly and I loved to sprint. I would never sign up to compete in any race that was long distance. I didn’t believe I had the strength or endurance to compete in any of those races, and I did not want to make a fool of myself by getting a slow time. This all changed by the time I got to middle school, and I realized my love for distance racing. I was sitting outside the pool door on a cold winter day waiting for my mom to pick me up from practice when my coach walked around the corner with a grin on his face. He sat down next to me and let out a huge sigh. He explained to tell me that he really needed me to swim a long distance race at the meet next month. I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my chest. I knew if I was going to swim this race I would have to train really hard for the next month. I didn’t want to let my team down and I knew I was the only person who could take this on. My coached agreed to train me and teach me how to do well in a long race. The next day at practice I tried the hardest I have ever tried. My coach had me work on my endurance and try to get faster times. I practiced for a month long, but I still wasn’t sure I could get the time I wanted to get or the time my coach wanted me to get. When I woke up the morning of the meet all I could think about was that race. I got up on the starting block, and I felt confident and ready. I heard the start buzzer go off and I
It also taught me sometimes I need to sacrifice and do something I don’t like to help others. I am no longer scared to try new things because I know I will usually always like them in the end. I am more determined and confident in my abilities, and I know I can do anything I put my mind to. Lastly, I am more understanding toward others when they fail, because my coach and teammates were so understanding toward