Personal Narrative Essay About Race Day
Race day, those words may not mean much to an ordinary bystander, but those words now light something inside of me that I once never knew existed. Waking up with butterflies in my stomach, I had my first cross country meet. After months of intense training, it was time to display our fitness to the competition.
The meet was at our home course, it had rained the night before and I swear I still remember the exact smell of the morning air. A combination of grass & mud, almost as if they were blended together to make a smoothie. I stepped out of Alyssa Schroeder's silver car onto the gravel crunching under my running shoes. We began to walk down the hill, to the maroon and gold tent marked "Dripping Springs". We set our stuff down, and started to jog the slip and slide of a 5k. We went back to the tent, laced up our spikes, and made our way to the start line to continue our warmup. I could feel my heartbeat radiating throughout my entire body. …show more content…
I quickly started to doubt myself, I regretted it all. We began to line up for the race to start, I was shaking uncontrollably. People around me were talking at me, I didn't process a word. "BANG", the official pulled the trigger to begin the race. 200 girls scrambling to reach the front of a massive ocean of different colored jerseys. As the race progressed the pain I felt throughout my legs, arms, and chest was unbearable; but soon diminished by the vigerating sensation I experienced every time I passed somebody. My competitive nature was flourishing with passion. All my nervous energy seemed to escape into the array of grey storm clouds. "Speed up, speed up", coming from the little voice inside my head as I neared the last 400m. I can still feel the energizing emotion of accomplishment I obtained as I crossed the checkered finish line. I may not have won the race, but the self-confidence and empowerment I gain from this sport is
The meet was at our home course, it had rained the night before and I swear I still remember the exact smell of the morning air. A combination of grass & mud, almost as if they were blended together to make a smoothie. I stepped out of Alyssa Schroeder's silver car onto the gravel crunching under my running shoes. We began to walk down the hill, to the maroon and gold tent marked "Dripping Springs". We set our stuff down, and started to jog the slip and slide of a 5k. We went back to the tent, laced up our spikes, and made our way to the start line to continue our warmup. I could feel my heartbeat radiating throughout my entire body. …show more content…
I quickly started to doubt myself, I regretted it all. We began to line up for the race to start, I was shaking uncontrollably. People around me were talking at me, I didn't process a word. "BANG", the official pulled the trigger to begin the race. 200 girls scrambling to reach the front of a massive ocean of different colored jerseys. As the race progressed the pain I felt throughout my legs, arms, and chest was unbearable; but soon diminished by the vigerating sensation I experienced every time I passed somebody. My competitive nature was flourishing with passion. All my nervous energy seemed to escape into the array of grey storm clouds. "Speed up, speed up", coming from the little voice inside my head as I neared the last 400m. I can still feel the energizing emotion of accomplishment I obtained as I crossed the checkered finish line. I may not have won the race, but the self-confidence and empowerment I gain from this sport is