Running-Personal Narrative

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Shadman Shaharia 5/31/2024 On Saturday mornings, I used to run. Not very far, just maybe to the park and back. It was a nice little activity to get out of the groggy state of mind lingering after a long night’s rest, and it wasn’t so tiring that I ended up losing all my energy for the rest of the day. The time I started my routine varied. Sometimes, I'd be out by 7 am, and other times it was closer to noon. Running was always the first thing on my agenda, regardless of when I woke up. After brushing my teeth, and putting on my clothes, I ran. It was a simple exercise that gave some buoyancy to the dreary parts of the waning summer, when every other option still felt a little painful. Those few minutes I spent running, whether it was in the …show more content…

I didn’t always consider basketball my preferred sport. When I was in fourth grade, my mom took me to the park one day, and I saw kids practicing drills for soccer, throwing the ball up in the air and trapping it to be more precise. I thought that was really cool, and my mom took notice, so she went to the coach and asked what I would have to do to join. Before I knew it, I found myself going to the park three times a week after school to play soccer - I worked hard through the drills, played with passion in scrimmages, and eventually I started to go to tournaments on Saturdays. For four years, the only sport I had eyes for was soccer: when my friends went out to play basketball or football or baseball, I still always brought my soccer ball in the hopes we would play in the end (which we often did, after much begging from me and my other friends). By the time COVID hit, I had already played in many tournaments, and my passion for soccer was as high as ever. We actually had a tournament final later that week, the first one I had been to in our U15 division, on March 9th. It had to be postponed, and all I thought was that it was terrible, but it wasn’t anything all too …show more content…

I’m not writing this essay about COVID, so excuse me as I have skipped over a couple years now. Not much happened anyway - I dribbled the soccer ball around a bit, I started off strong in remote school but started slipping later on, I played a little chess - I might have missed out on baking some sourdough, but really, I was still oblivious to basketball. No, it was when I got back from COVID, in 11th grade, that I got closer to a high school friend of mine from 9th grade. We had the same first period class and the same lunch, so I saw him at critical moments of my day, and he had many great stories to tell and lots of shared hobbies with me. One day, he brought a basketball with him, and asked me and our other friend if we wanted to play at lunch. I was a little apprehensive since I knew I wasn’t very good at the game, but because I genuinely enjoyed my friend’s company, I agreed. I was as good as I imagined I would be - I couldn’t dribble without looking at the ball, I couldn’t shoot, and layups felt too difficult. The second time, my friend helped me practice a bit more, and I still wasn’t very good. At home, our neighbors moved out, so they gave us their basketball hoop. I started using

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