Personal Narrative: A Cross-Country Race

“Go Kylie go! Five hundred meters left! Give it all you got! Five hundred meters left!” screamed Coach Leaman as I ran past her on the last lap at the state cross country meet. That was the moment when I knew I could finish this race with a personal record. For five months, I had worked hard to qualify for state. When most kids were sleeping, I was running. When most kids were at the pool on hot summer days, I was running. It wasn’t just me though, I was on a team of nineteen fantastic girls and I had a great coach to keep me motivated. We were a close group of girls, whom would not have been friends without cross country. We had a lot of obstacles this year, as the returning state champions there was a lot of pressure, still we wanted to win again. As we arrived at Detwiler Park, a big park with lots of trees where the state cross country meet is held every year, you could feel the tension in the air. At our team camp, a tent set up right by …show more content…
I could see she was tired and tried to motivate her to stay with me, but I ended up passing her. I saw Coach Leaman with about 500 meters left and heard her screaming at me. She had believed in me all season and hearing her yelling at me motivated me to pick up the pace. I saw a pack of girls ahead of me including a girl from Liberty, a school we rarely raced against, but was a team that was competition for winning, and I decided I wanted to catch them. With every step I was getting closer to the pack, but we were also getting closer to the finish line. I heard someone coming up behind me, but I tried to focus on what was going on in front of me and not behind me. I ended up finishing at the back of the pack I was trying to catch. Savannah beat me by one spot. I placed 104th and ran a personal record by thirteen seconds with a time of