Narrative Essay On Track And Field

I can recall a time where Track and Field was an unknown realm to me. Starting my first day of practice, I had a new coach. He was a short, stubby man who sported tatted gray sweatpants, worn down Nike running shoes and a hat that read “Grub Hub”. As other runners and I gathered around the coach, he announced in a deep voice, “We’re running 600’s today”. It seemed as though cheer and excitement flooded his mind, confusion and anger flooded mine. How far is a 600? I pondered. The track was located on a steep hill enclosed by miles of grassy area. I trudged up the hill, with the cold gusts of wind stinging my cheeks, ready being the workout. After much observation, I realized that after the 200-meter mark, the track became indistinguishable.

The sun gradually creeped beyond the horizon as the austere city awaited the predictable flood of morning traffic. I awaken to the silent tapping of branches against my window, as the wind whispers its delicate morning song. I sluggishly get ready for school, foreboding the tedious hours of schoolwork and the tiring hours at track practice. A mere six hours later, I make my way to the locker room all the while getting lost in a crowd of nameless faces. The locker room is overwhelmed with chatter and laughter, and littered with lacrosse sticks, gym bags, and water bottles that anxiously await their owners’ arrival. I slip on my favorite Nike shirt, shorts and shoes and make a mad dash to the athletic trainer to escape the inevitable long line. The dreaded practice arrives. Explosive power from the start of our repeat 100 meter sends our hearts racing, and we respond with a strong finish. Once we finish our sets and head toward our coach he says nothing, just reminds us to finish our harsh schedule of

Days at practice no longer burdens and were instead filled with gossip and laughter. The best part was finding girls I could relate to, people who shared the same interests. From then on, I knew my future would involve Track and field. Joining the school track team and running with a club during the off seasons opened new doors of opportunities, and rewarded me with self-confidence. This sport alone has transformed who I am as a person and who I want to be in the future. Sometimes it is not about how much you have, it is about what you have and how you use