Personal Narrative-It All Started Here

It All Started Here The subtle sweaty feeling on my back invades my uniform and sends a haunting chill down my spine as the wind picks up and I am overwhelmed with a combination of pure fear and adrenalin. The starting line coordinators instruct us to take our marks. I quickly shed my sweats off before jumping into my blocks in my lane. My numb fingers tremble from the chill of late March and nerves that never seem to calm. I lick my salty lips in preparation of taking my set position on the line. My fingers only millimeters from the white rubery line press down on the very space my feet will soon float over. The coordinator instructs us to take our set positions and our heads hang down in wait for the one sound that will set us free. The gun is pointed in the air and I take off along with my competitors.
Once I cross the finish line I wait in agony as adrenalin escapes my body and I begin to feel the excruciating pain of each and every stride I took during the race. The shin splints I had developed had progressed into excruciating aches of muscles and tendons pulling at my bones creating a crack that will soon wake me up in the middle of the night. As I am given the okay to leave my lane I limp across the track in pure anguish while tears pool in my eyes and …show more content…
Apparently Ibuprofen is no match for a stress fracture. The whole situation seemed bizarre and unreal to me; how could something I love cause so much pain? Of course every love story portrays this exact question but no matter how many times I ran that very thought through my head I still couldn’t understand what I did wrong. All I could feel was defeat and disappointment. The eating habits I had taken on were perfect, the performance directions I followed flowed perfectly, and the equipment I used was supposed to eliminate the injuries I had now taken on. None of it made sense; I could never understand, why