Personal Narrative: My First State Track Race

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My heart raced and thick beads of sweat rolled down my face. That action packed day was the last race of the year for my sophomore year, but the best part is, it was the state track meet. My fellow competitors and I marched slowly across the coarse turf on the Omaha Burke football field. I had trouble taking in the long stroll from one end of the track to the other. As soon as I started to enjoy the attention, we arrived at the 300 meter hurdle starting line. I felt strangely tranquil. “I had met my goal of making it to state,” I thought to myself. “I have no reason to be anxious.” I was in the slowest lane of my heat, but I was not going to let that discourage me. I was the only sophomore in the race and I was out there to prove that I am a top tier hurdler. BANG! The gun thunders and the racers exploded out of the starting blocks. I started in the eighth lane, putting me out in front of the other hurdlers, but also making me run more curve distance on the track. I dashed to the first hurdle. Reaching the hurdle faster than any of the other hurdlers could make it, just like I always have. The moments leading…show more content…
I also knew I would not finish last. The other competitors and I drag ourselves over two more hurdles. “One more hurdle, just do not fall. Do not fall please,” I commanded myself in my mind. I soon approached it and used all of my effort to move 185 pounds over that last hurdle, and into the last ten meters. I finish and immediately start thanking the lord that I did not tumble and embarrass myself in front of thousands. My second thought was to look behind me and see how many racers I finished ahead of. I take note of two still finishing but I am not sure if there were any others, at the time. I congratulate my fellow competitors and ask them a few friendly questions then immediately look up at the results. A massive grin parades itself onto my

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