Personal Narrative: My First American Race

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Starting out at the Midland Empire Conference Championship, I remember we dropped the when we got there but still on the bus and ice went everywhere. It was stressful because only a few people helping unload the bus with all the crap that we brought because they were all visiting the bathroom after a lengthy bus drive to Chillicothe. I had heard the course wasn’t very hilly and I thought good, I might be able to hit a low 19 minute 5k, which could be a Personal Record. I never run good on week day meets because of having to go to school and then take a bus ride and run a fast time. When we finally got to walk the course, the first things we saw was this giant hill, and as soon as I saw it I was like, crap, no way for a PR, and I would have challenges on it. I didn’t …show more content…

The course is weird, it’s a two lap which is good. This means you know exactly what the second half of the race was going to be like. Me as the 4th runner, and the 3 and 5 guys, went single file for a good ⅜ ofa mile and we were zooming around corners. during the back half of the race, I was really close to medaling. I went as fast as I could, I had no idea how fast the race had been, I thought when I saw the teens clicking by it was a 19:teens but I got closer and it was 18:17 I was astounded and straight out of breath. That race we were 4 points behind the 2nd place team, and they were in our district. That set us up for a good week and effort during practice because if we had a race at the district race, we were going to make it as a team to state,which is the goal all season long. I was not feeling great that week and I thought it was going to be like my first xc race finishing with a 16:02 time for 2.x miles and a lot of girls beating me. The morning of race day, I felt like crap, but the bus ride nap to maryville made me feel fine and ready to secure a spot to state. There was a lot of scepticism from the seniors, who were facing their last

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