Tuesday, May 28, 2019
I Have Limitations :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay
I Have Limitations   As I sat in the grass of Burke Countys football field that fateful twenty-four hours in May, my brain was cluttered with questions and thoughts. I was busy making mental notes. Stay low, snap your trail leg, and run when you hit the ground, my mind nagged. Instinctively, I induct on my running spikes, removed my warm-ups, and stretched my muscles. My concentration was interrupted as the speakers boomed, Third and final call for all 100-meter low hurdles. In a blur I was on the starting line, staring down a horizon filled with hurdles.   Beat them to the first hurdle with a quick start, and you earn a misadventure to win. CRACK The startling noise the gun made brought me back to reality. Clearing the first hurdle in perfect form, I ran with all my might. I lunged toward the excite line after I soared over the final hurdle. Looking ahead of me, I saw only one other runner. I had qualified for the regional finals My coachs smile said everyt hing I wanted to hear.   Walking off the rubber track, my heart was at the same time both light and heavy. I was excite by my qualification, but I knew the next day would be horrid. Coach Gaddy firmly said, You know what you have to do to advance.   Finally, following what seemed like an eternity, Friday arrived. After worry on the race, I had butterflies the size of pelicans waiting for the opportunity to take me away. While running a warm-up lap, I realized I had let my focus get the best of me. My leg muscles felt like rocks. All you need to do is focus and put things in organize. Just then, coach tapped me on the shoulder. He had been informed that I had the third fastest time in my heat, and I would be running in lane five. Run the best race of your life, and you have a great chance at going to state, he said. I was relieved to know I only needed to recover one place to advance. My fears slowly and gently began to subside, and my confidence started to bui ld. While I was engrossed in my wind sprints, I heard, Second call, all 100-meter low hurdles.
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