I ran the 800m, 1600m, and the 3200m. All of my hard work put in practice was worth it because I won first place in all of my events. Sophomore year was the year that I received the honor of being Eastern League Champion for female runners. There was no other girl better than me in the Eastern League. After the Eastern League Finals, I went to the Los Angeles City Finals. I was ready to take on another championship and make my coach proud. I remember the announcer making the first call for the 1600m race as I was about to eat a sandwich. My coach told me not to eat my sandwich and to warm up for my first race. I did what he said to do and also took five minutes to prepare mentally. I was about to compete with girls from all over the city. They were mostly Caucasian and Asian girls there. I did not see one single Hispanic female runner there other than myself. I felt very intimidated although I know I should not …show more content…
We cannot be angry or depressed for losing certain competitions. Time goes on; it does not stop simply because one is mad or depressed. Although running was my happiness, I found out that helping little kids with their homework and going out with my friends also made me happy. I was no longer alone and selfish focused on myself. I look back and, in a way, I am thankful for what happened to my knee because if it was not for that then I would continue being ultra-competitive and would not accept losing, but now I do. I accept there will be times in my life when I will not always win and that is