Kite Runner Personal Narrative

Born to be a Runner I was born to be a runner. When God made me he gave me strong legs and a good lung capacity. He placed me on the path to teams with exceptional coaches. Then, he looked at me and said, “Amy Lynn, I have given you all that you need, now go work for it.” I participated in my first race when I almost beat the doctor to the delivery room. Before my parents settled on a name the nurses at the hospital were all calling me “Racer Fullerton.” It was supposed to be a joke, but I guess nobody told me that. I was that kid at recess who always wanted to race. Although all my friends got tired after a couple of laps around the playground, I wanted to keep going. Soon nobody wanted to race me anymore. Other girls just wanted to chase boys, and boys were tired of being beat by a girl. Even at a young age, I got a thrill from running. In seventh grade I joined the junior high track team, and was immediately told that I was a sprinter. I asked my coach if I could try distance, but was brushed aside, and was put in the 100-meter dash in the next meet. About halfway through the season however, he became desperate for distance runners and I got my chance. I found my place in the 800-meter run and never looked back. My freshman year of high school I …show more content…
There have been several occasions where I doubted myself, thinking that maybe I’m not a runner after all. I have wanted to quit more times than I want to admit. I place a lot of pressure on myself to be the best so one poor performance in a meet and I really get down on myself. I then remember the talent God has given me, and how I have to work hard to use it. So, I use my frustration to push forward and prepare for the next race. There was even a period time this past summer where every day I declared that I hated running and never wanted to run again. Of course this wasn’t true and the next day I would lace up and go out again, because I’m a runner and that’s what I