waiting for the meet where my season long efforts would be put to the test. Doubtful of my ability to break my own personal record, I was reluctant to the thought of running at the meet. Before I knew it, I was boarding the bus to the school the event was being held at. The bus unloaded and the crowded, disorganized track appeared in-front of me; the day’s humid heat surrounding me. I triple knotted my shoes and waited for the girls’ mile race to be called. Still hesitant and unsure of my capability to run faster than I ever had before, I stepped onto the track.
Shoulder-to-shoulder with innumerable opponents, I felt my chest tighten and my muscles tense. The man yelled three commands and the whistle sounded. I accelerated forward and began to merge into the inner lane. I ran around the track three times and was coming up on the last lap. My mouth was dry and I had nearly given up on pushing myself to run any faster. The final lap arrived and I could feel my hands and legs begin to tremble. Red with exhaustion and tremendously out of breath, I crossed the finish line. Relieved the event that caused me so much stress was over, I walked off the track and discovered I had passed my personal record. Still shaking and exhausted, I smiled with content.
The feelings and emotions of this event help me to connect to the feeling of catharsis that Oedipus feels in Oedipus the King. When finding out that he may have killed his father and married his mother, he is distraught by the accusations. He becomes outraged at Tiresias for telling him and is very upset by
this.