Personal Narrative: My Passion For Running

Passion, the love for something that is so strong it cannot be broken, is what I have for running. I have always been active and soon realized how in every sport I participated in I was always running. When I was going into the seventh grade I decided to take on cross country, and that is where my passion for running began. In eighth grade I switched schools and went from being a shark to a blue jay at Shepherd middle school. I could not participate in cross country since I had not been at the school long enough. I was very uncomfortable at my new school and had few friends, so I did not run cross country until the summer after my freshman year. That summer I went through almost three pairs of shoes, from putting so many miles on them. My passion for running was stronger than ever and after my first fantastic season of cross country as a blue jay, I thought nothing could stop me. As I played basketball I would run before or after practices and even did a little indoor track as well. As basketball came

I knew the pain wasn’t going to go away magically, but I also knew if I told my coach he would make me stop running. That being the last thing I wanted to do, I kept pushing and eventually barely felt the pain. Little did I know I was making everything a lot worse. It was my first race as a junior and I can remember having a little more pain than usual while warming up, but once again I ignored it. As I approached the starting line I could feel my heart beating fast, so I closed my eyes to get the nerves out. Just as I opened my eye the gun went off and the race was on. I was almost to the second mile when I felt my hip start to tighten up and sting again, but it did not stop me. I was determined to beat my time this race. Right as I hit the two mile mark I felt the worst pain that I have ever experienced. I tried to take one more step and just as I did, I caught a face full of