Personal Narrative: Race And Football

The daily stresses of my life do not evaporate with time. They linger and unless they're emitted like any other emotion, they fester and grow like a virus. With each passing moment, the growing frustrations of my days dissolve into my pure and rational bloodstream. The red makes a slow transition into a dark black, as if a chemical reaction has occurred. The infected blood cells metastasize and circulate, feeding on the healthy tissue as it ventures throughout my body.
Fortunately, school is over and soccer has begun. The takeover lies stagnant as I pull my captain armband on. A sudden state of euphoria rushes through what was contaminated blood transforming the black into a vibrant red. Passion is erupting from every pore in my body. …show more content…
With every breath I feel more alive. Nothing exists beyond the game happening in front of me. The ball at my feet alleviates my feeling of uncertainty. Suddenly, I have complete control of my destiny. I know precisely what my next move will be and I execute flawlessly. I roll the ball with the sole of my foot, step over it with my left foot moving around the circumference clockwise, and swing my right leg behind my left to push the ball forward with my right foot. The defender hesitates, but eventually dives in to make a tackle. It's an aggressive tackle, but I've already passed him approaching the next defender. I'm more than capable of continuing this run solely, but my teammate is in prime position and a through ball is far more optimal. He runs onto the pass and puts in a composed finish to the bottom corner. The satisfaction of assisting a teammate and that teammate's gratitude, exceeds that of scoring a goal. By the time the final whistle blows, the agonizing strains I've acquired during school along with the sweat that has saturated the fabric of my uniform, have been excreted. My mind is finally content and I'm ready for the perpetual cycle of stress and relief to begin again the following