Personal Narrative-My First Soccer Player

My feet and legs burned with pain. Normally, I do little things like sing during soccer games but my breathing was too heavy. There was no air in my lungs to fly me to the moon or even to the field. “I can’t do this” I panted to myself. I was about an hour into my soccer tryouts when I came to this conclusion. But as the words “I can’t do this” slipped into my mind, other words slipped in also: “but what if I can?”

“All right, listen up,” Coach began, “when I look for future players on my team, I not only look for good players, but also players that can be made better. Talent takes you far, hard work takes you farther.” With these words, tryouts began. Our first conditioning drill was simple. Dribble the ball halfway to the field then pull the ball back to the other half. By the time I’d completed this Prometheus, everyone was returning from their second drill. I was humiliated. By the time I started my second drill of dribbling, everyone was finished. I felt as if I was on a theater stage and the show was Humiliation: The Musical, staring me. My audience was thirty other girls, a coach, and an assistant coach. My eyes burned with tears, blinding me. “Keep moving forward” I told myself as I stumbled to complete the drill. …show more content…
I ran to the bathroom and cried. I knew I would never make the team now that I had embarrassed myself. The dream of being on the soccer team was now a fantasy. But as negative doubts filled my mind, I thought an old saying my mother always said to me, “Good, better, best, never let it rest until your good is better and your better is best.” I was determined to do just that. I told myself that I wouldn’t give up and even if I made the team or not, I would still strive to be the best I can be. “Que Sera Sera” I sang. I slowly dribbled the ball to the next