Personal Narrative: For The Long Run

For the Long Run.
As I type this essay, I am listening to the playlist that I would put on shuffle every time I put my headphones on for roughly one and a half years. I am listening to this playlist in order to help me express the feelings I had felt during one of the toughest times of my life. The playlist consists of a variety songs about heartbreak, wishful thinking, dying dreams, the kind of music you would listen to after a breakup. Because that is what this felt like- a breakup. This was not a mutual breakup though, as I did not want the split from this sport to happen. The sport that I was infatuated with was running. It was my way of escaping the stresses of life. When I was told on April 10th, 2017 that I would have to part from running, my heart shattered.
Having my gateway from reality slammed shut left me in a disarray. I was put on crutches and told to not put any pressure on my hip for three weeks. As three weeks turned into five, my spirits were lowered as I realized my window of running another track meet had closed. After school, I would head out to my car, slowly making my way to my spot and then drive home. About an hour and a half after I got home, my sister would enter the house, track bag slung over her shoulder, bubbling with energy as she recounted what had occurred at practice that day. I was envious of the fact that she was able to go on runs and be with our friends while I was stuck in an empty house. These feelings of bitterness and envy however, soon began to fade