Track-Personal Narrative

It was an extremely hot, sunny day in late April, and it was the last track meet of the season. everyone wanted to do their best. In past track meets, I had not mastered the full sprinting form, but as the season progressed, I became a much better runner. I thought that this was my opportunity to show everyone how much I had improved. Even though my shin splints made it feel like my legs would explode, I was determined to ignore all the pain and just keep running. Each sprinter on the field was sweating and exhausted and the required layer of clothes over our track uniform was not helping. Soon, it was time for the 200 meter sprinters to be called, and my friends and I were warming up. That was my time to mentally prepare myself. I needed to get a new personal record and this was my chance. I told myself, you
I felt like I had never run this fast, ever in my life. The pain was filling my legs; it felt like it was going to break them but all I wanted to was to slow down. However, nothing was going to slow me down no matter what happened. I could feel my hair flying behind me everywhere. My knees driving high up, and my feet moved fast across the track. I kept speeding up more and more, even though my entire body felt like falling apart. My entire chest was aching in pain, and it seemed like I could not even feel my legs. I was at the point of crying with pain, but I sped up even more because I knew this was only going to last for few more seconds. The finish line was only a few feet away, and I was pushing myself so hard, I felt like I was going to fall. With only one step, there was a moment where I was falling, but took the step and plunged myself for an end. I had felt like I had finally reached my goal for once in my life. Even though every part of my body was aching, I felt so much happier with myself than I had ever felt before. I looked around and felt content with