Race Narrative

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A loud bang filled the air and everyone charged. “You got this Vanessa” was what I said to myself while my whole body was shivering with goosebumps all over. I felt a big cold slap in the face as the sharp wind blows through my tank top and shorts. I climbed endlessly up the mountain while my lungs desperately grasped for air. Suddenly, my right foot lost its grip. I felt an immense amount of gravity pulling me downward as I slid like a rollercoaster descending from its peak. I fell on the ground and held my right knee as it bleeds. Like a scene from a drama where the protagonist fights the antagonist, the same battle happened in my mind. One part of me said “just give up and stop running” while the other said “keep going! You’re almost done.” After a short battle, I slowly rose from the ground and tried to run again. I saw my blood oozing downward, staining my clean gray sneakers. Luckily, the cold wind quickly dried the blood and soon my knee stopped bleeding. Memories of my teammates and I training together rushed through my mind and I knew I just couldn’t let them down.The word “run!” was endlessly repeated until I raced passed the finish line with the every …show more content…

The whole team has been training for months just for this one race. I clearly remember how I would always be the last one to run back to the meeting spot during summer practices. It was my first year on the team officially after joining just for fun in the spring, when practices were much less intense. Instead of making me feel discouraged, I strived to get faster and I did. It was only when cross country ended was when I realized I really love running. I felt like something was missing. I remember I would always complain about having to go to practice, but deep down I knew if I didn't go I would never improve. The sense of fulfillment I get everyday whether it be after practice or races is incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced in my

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