Narrative Essay About The Constant

The Constant Out of all the aspects of my life, there has been one constant to get me through everything. One constant to teach me more life lessons than any mentor ever could, and one constant to shape me into the bold young woman I am today. When I was 10 years old, there came a lovely spring evening about a week before school ended. I sat down at the dinner table with my parents and brother to eat some burgers and corn on the cob. We talked about school and work, the usual, but we also talked about what our plans for the summer were. My friends had been encouraging me to try joining the summer USATF program at Augusta Recreational Center, but I was very hesitant. My parents talked me into it, saying my grandfather would highly approve as he used to run, and that it would be healthy for me, as I was overweight. I joined, and I hated every minute of it. I begged my mom to let me quit, but she refused. She kept dragging my lazy 10-year-old self to practice four days a week.

I was to run the 100-meter dash, 400-meter dash, and to throw shotput. Shotput and the 100-meter dash flew by, not striking me as too important. When the 400-meter dash came up, I was dreading it. A whole lap?! That was crazy! I got into my starting blocks (I hardly knew how to use them at this point), and waited for the commands. “On your marks. Runners set. BANG!” The gun went off and I flew around the corner. I was full of adrenaline. I ended up winning my heat and getting sixth place overall. I remember getting into the car with my mother and saying, “Thank you for not letting me quit, Momma.” She had to laugh at that, because she had been right, like