Personal Narrative-Jimmy Johnson

On the first day of practice he introduced himself as “Jimmy Johnson” our defense line coach. He had a beer belly and glasses and slick wet hair and nappy eye brows and an itchy musty beard. His breath smelled like dog liver. My first impression of him is he just looks weird and mean. We began practice we ran around cones. We went over plays. Where we should line up according to the offense. Coach Johnson always thought he knew what is best for us. He would have running like slaves on D’jango. Coach ran the soles off my cleats. After all this running, my girdle begun chafing creating a rash like an unchanged baby. My feet would always hurt after practice. Looking down my feet was throbbing like a heartbeat. We would run all the lines on the
field coach called them snakes. If you were late to practice you were chastise. You had to stay after practice and do either up downs which is when you had basically had to do a push up on each line in a time limit. When you started, they really didn’t bother you, but after you did enough it would burn your muscles and your muscles would cramp or tighten. You would think after all this running and exercise they would supply us with plenty of water. It’s not like they didn’t it was like they didn’t give us enough time to drink. For example what is the point of working out for an hour and a minute water break? I also learned that Coach Johnson wasn’t bad as I thought coach was very funny. Coach could make a mute person laugh or smile. From this experience I learned to be grateful and absorb much water as I can. Also don’t judge a book by its cover. No pain no gain.