Personal Narrative: My First High School Race
Breathe. Step. Look. Repeat.
Don't quit, I remind myself. You can do this, I remind myself. Just finish it, I remind myself, as I run my first high school 5k. I was nearing the final, lit up and glowing soccer stadium. Tall bleachers filled with people surrounded and hovered over the field like a vulture over it’s dead prey. Prior to this race, I had only ran one high school race, a 3k. Even though I had trained all summer long, my hamstring problems that had started a while ago, we're just then beginning to clear up. This meet though, wasn't near home, like the first meet. 3.75 hours out, Jackson, Missouri is a long ways from Memphis, Tennessee. But, 2.75 is very close to 3.1 miles, which was my current position. I was running up the
Don't quit, I remind myself. You can do this, I remind myself. Just finish it, I remind myself, as I run my first high school 5k. I was nearing the final, lit up and glowing soccer stadium. Tall bleachers filled with people surrounded and hovered over the field like a vulture over it’s dead prey. Prior to this race, I had only ran one high school race, a 3k. Even though I had trained all summer long, my hamstring problems that had started a while ago, we're just then beginning to clear up. This meet though, wasn't near home, like the first meet. 3.75 hours out, Jackson, Missouri is a long ways from Memphis, Tennessee. But, 2.75 is very close to 3.1 miles, which was my current position. I was running up the