Narrative Essay On Semi-State Round Race

I was in over my head, way over my head. My legs were filled with lead, and my lungs were on fire. My heart was seemingly beating out of my chest, my breaths became labored and ragged. Slogging through the muddy trails trying to will my body to keep going. Trying desperately to stay in the race. At that moment I realized two things. One, that I had to make a decision now, and that hard work precedes triumph.
During my summer leading up to cross country I had only one thing on my mind. Make my way to the Semi-State round, and make the most out of all my opportunities this season. My only job over the summer was to run, and it was a full time job. Up early in the morning in a race against the oppressive heat and humidity. Early enough to observe
the the sunrise, and feeling the morning dew before it is scorched off of the grass by the morning sunrise. Five to six miles at a time for five days a week, followed by stretching and finally a hardy breakfast. Every three days was double down days, where I would run another four miles as the daylight waned. Every Sunday was the day I most looked forward to, for it was a day of blissful solitude on my long runs. Where I was out running for an hour or more, and left to my own accord. During these summer days, often turned long and monotonous, I realized