Personal Narrative: My Car Race

I stepped onto the start line, my heart beating fast. What had I gotten myself into? Why did I think that I would be able to do this? Why did I join this sport? The gun goes off. My legs start to move. My legs ached. My lack of training over the summer could be seen by all the spectators. I had to finish this race. I needed to prove to myself that I was strong and that I could do whatever I put my mind to. It was only 2,500 meters, how hard could that really be? I ran as hard as I could, even though it was not that fast. My lungs screamed for oxygen. My mind told me that I couldn’t finish, but my heart told me otherwise. I finished my first cross country race and most likely hated running, but I stuck with it for the rest of the year. Because