Narrative Essay On Cross Country Race

I remember the time when my coach made me run a cross country race on a course with hills bigger than a house in our town. She thought that I was ready to run three miles in under twenty-five minutes. It was hard, and I thought I would fall but I kept going and never gave up. The day of our cross country meet, our coach came and picked us all up at our houses, took us to a gas station, and got us food. We all got something light so we wouldn’t get stomach aches during our race. Then after we got our food, we drove off to the course we were going to run on. The ride there was silent, some people slept and some people drank about four or five water bottles. I went up to the front of our van, and I asked her why. She explained to me …show more content…
Then our coach left us to go to a coaches’ meeting, so they could discuss the rules for the races. While we were waiting for our coach to get back, so our whole team started to warm-up and stretch for our races. My cousin helped my with a new stretch that he did for when his muscles were sour. It helped me regain my strength in my legs, so I felt more determined for my race.
When we all lined up for our race, me and my cousin made sure that our stickers for our race were on tight and ready to go. When the starter shot up the gun, all of us runners started out our run slow and built ourselves up slowly. The very fast runners went to the front of the race to get a good head start. It was tiring at first, but once you kept going it felt normal.
When the end of the race neared, I was behind about six guys that were racing for the finish line. I remembered what my coach said before I got to the meet. She reminded me that whatever happens is what we make you better and can improve you. But on that finale stride to the finish line, you have to push yourself farther than you’re expectations. So I sprinted towards the finish line with great strength from out of nowhere. The end of the race was an unexpected feeling for me to