Running In High School
As I saw the blood orange track surface that smelled of fresh rubber, I quickly realized that I have finally accomplished my biggest goal. I have been dreaming about running on that track since I was a freshman in high school. Being a senior, I aimed to run my last race of my high school career at outdoor state.
Coach Bell would say to me, “Walterhouse, I can’t wait to watch you run at state.”
“Coach, I can’t wait either.” I would say in a reassuring tone.
I could feel the pressures and expectations lying on my shoulders like an elephant, but I knew I had the means to perform just the way I needed to. Those short 16 seconds I would be spending hurdling on that track, I have been preparing for 6 years.
It was a scorching 92 degrees with no wind; every breath I took of …show more content…
I took the scene all in, relishing the moment. There were hundreds of people watching, I paid no attention to anything except for the 10 hurdles in front of me. I knew I had to focus; this was my very last race of my high school career. I had tunnel vision; I paid no attention to anyone else. It was if time had stopped but I kept running. Then before I knew it, I crossed the finish line. I didn’t have to look at the scoreboard to see what my time was, because I knew it was the fastest I have ever ran in my life. I may have only gotten 16th place, but I am very proud of that.
After my race I adventured into the overfilling bleachers to find my parent, only to see so many people of whom I love very much. They all drove 3 hours to watch me run for 15.37 seconds. My parents and little sister, two friends who are also teammates, my basketball coach, and both track coaches were all sitting in the middle section 8 rows up next to the fence, with the biggest smiles on their faces. I was embraced with hugs and encouraging words.
“Kid, we are so proud of you.” My dad told me with tears in his eyes as he hugged
Coach Bell would say to me, “Walterhouse, I can’t wait to watch you run at state.”
“Coach, I can’t wait either.” I would say in a reassuring tone.
I could feel the pressures and expectations lying on my shoulders like an elephant, but I knew I had the means to perform just the way I needed to. Those short 16 seconds I would be spending hurdling on that track, I have been preparing for 6 years.
It was a scorching 92 degrees with no wind; every breath I took of …show more content…
I took the scene all in, relishing the moment. There were hundreds of people watching, I paid no attention to anything except for the 10 hurdles in front of me. I knew I had to focus; this was my very last race of my high school career. I had tunnel vision; I paid no attention to anyone else. It was if time had stopped but I kept running. Then before I knew it, I crossed the finish line. I didn’t have to look at the scoreboard to see what my time was, because I knew it was the fastest I have ever ran in my life. I may have only gotten 16th place, but I am very proud of that.
After my race I adventured into the overfilling bleachers to find my parent, only to see so many people of whom I love very much. They all drove 3 hours to watch me run for 15.37 seconds. My parents and little sister, two friends who are also teammates, my basketball coach, and both track coaches were all sitting in the middle section 8 rows up next to the fence, with the biggest smiles on their faces. I was embraced with hugs and encouraging words.
“Kid, we are so proud of you.” My dad told me with tears in his eyes as he hugged