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 bootleg day 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 put 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 fault 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 have a chance 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 finish line after I soared over the final hurdle. Looking ahead of me, I saw only nonpareil other runner. I had drug-addicted for the regional finals My coachs smile said everything I wanted to hear.   Walking off the rubber track, my heart was at the same time both light and heavy. I was thrilled 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 dwelling on the prevail, 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 allow my tension get the best of me. My leg muscles felt like rocks. All you need to do is focus and put things in place. 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 build. Wh ile I was engrossed in my wind sprints, I heard, Second call, all 100-meter low hurdles.
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