Friday, May 31, 2019
Sports Narrative - Track State Champion :: Personal Narrative Essays
Personal Narrative- Track State ChampionWith shaky knees, I hesitantly made my  management up the large white steps.  With the back of my hand, I brushed away a few salty tears of relief.  As I stood at the  perish of the podium and looked up into the packed stadium, my mind drifted back to everything I had g one and only(a) through to achieve this moment, the  solar day I became a state champion.The start of the 2002  jumper lead  eon found me concerned with how I would perform. After a disastrous bout with mononucleosis ended my freshmen track  epoch, the fear of failure weighed heavily on my mind. I set a goal for myself in order to maintain focus and to push myself like nothing else would. My goal for my sophomore track season was to become a state champion in the 100 meter hurdles. I worked hard everyday at practice and went the extra mile, like  track every Sunday, to be just that much closer to reaching my goal.  The thought of standing highest on the podium in the center of t   he field, surrounded by hundreds of spectators, overcame my thoughts of  kick every time we had a hard workout.  When I closed my eyes, I pictured myself waiting in anticipation as other competitors names were called out, one by one, until finally, the booming voice announced over the loudspeaker, ...and in first place, your 2002 100 meter hurdle champion, from Hotchkiss, Connie Dawson.  It was visions like these that drove me to work harder everyday. As the season progressed, competition started getting fiercer. I was up against girls running at a 5A level, yet, I was able to hold my own.  Finally  in that location came a tiny  agility at the end of the tunnel it seemed as though I was getting closer and closer to accomplishing my goal.  Along with my undefeated title came a huge  invest painted on my back.  I religiously checked Rocky Preps every day to see if the competition was gaining on me.  It seemed that every time I had improved, there was someone right behind me, running t   heir personal best too.  I trained during the weeks before regionals like I had never trained before.  Each day my stomach became more twisted with knots that looped around every part of my stomach. I dont think I had ever been that nervous in my whole life.  
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