Personal Narrative On Track

Track was tougher than previously believed. I sit down on the warm, grainy turf, realizing the amount of pain ahead of me. As I watch the heat before me run their hearts out, the announcer calls us forward. Right then, everything slowed down. All external stimuli was blocked out. The only thing heard was my heartbeat. Blood rushed through my body towards my feet and legs. A tingling sensation began in my stomach. My hands started to calm down, along with all the nerves in my upper body. The sprinting form started to go through my head. The slender man dressed in a shady rain coat and glowy hair pointed the gun towards the sun. Runners from different schools sized up their opponents. A certain feeling went through the air, like a ghost telling
My heart was beating even faster now. I felt my mind focus on the track ahead of me. Every single bump on the track looked like a mountain. The white paint on the sides glowed glaringly. My brain paved the footsteps ahead of me that I would make when I sprinted down the track. It was as if my brain already knew the exact strides I would end up using. Suddenly my eyes went out of focus. “Set!” My heart stopped. I waited for seconds that seemed like minutes. My trembling body craves for the loud gunshot so I could spurt from the ground gripping me. Time slowed down, as adrenaline coursed through my
It felt like my spirit had left my body. As my soul rippled through what felt like another dimension I realized my only task was to convince myself I could win. To focus. Analyzing my stance in the dash, my start had given me a strong lead over half of the competition, but there was still uncompleted work. This moment of awareness is when the pain set in. My body, pushed into places it had never been in. Over the limit. The warm and humid air stole my breaths away from me. Everything became unclear and foggy. I started to overtake the other sprinters. Then my senses sharpened as an unexpected pain went through my