Out of nowhere, the city police force ordered everyone to step aside. Using a red megaphone, the officer publicized, “All mile run contestants, please walk towards the entrance. Eagerly, I kept my cool and sauntered down the aisle. We were admitted into the arena, and were forced into a bare conference room. We sat in the vinyl padded seats, and the officer started to talk more at us than to us. The summation of his 20 minute lecture was that there would be an alternative tryout with the top ten times of the previous race to determine who’ll be on the next plane ride to Brazil. We ambled to the track as a cluster, stretched for 20 minutes, and soon enough, the start line was filled.
The gun wailed, and we were off. I found myself counting …show more content…
The fortress I just entered felt like the house of Allah on Earth because of its prodigious size. We made to a checkpoint in the airport that seemed to invade my privacy. They constantly pestered me to take off my only valuable possession, my shoes. Hesitant at first, I gradually removed my shoes and placed them gently on a rubber conveyer belt. Then the shoved me inside of a gray monitor that let off a high pitched beeping sound. I swiftly stepped through the baffling monitor, laced my shoes, and left. A short walk later, we met a hallway with tens of doors surrounding it. Eventually we walked into a door that had the symbol B13 painted in black above the entrance. That door led us to a suspended hallway leading to the machine that was supposed to fly us there, it was called an airplane. Once in, I sat in a leather seat labeled “Row 5, Seat D.” Immediately, I was knocked out. I woke up to the calming words of the pilot disclosing our flight status, we were currently landing in Rio, …show more content…
Little did I know the American representative Jennifer Huppert was on my tail. In the heat of the moment, I felt a burning tear in my hamstring, but I kept pushing, holding on to my first place position. I held in until we were three-fourths into the race. Then I crashed like a rocket, my right hamstring gave out. Then a runner I couldn’t get a glimpse of stepped on my right ankle. A loud snap was exerted, and everything went black. What felt like an eternity was only about seven seconds, and I woke up from the darkness. I twisted my head towards my ankle. I became the runner that couldn’t run. A burst of power came to me, and lifted me. Wobbling on my left leg, I went. I limped for the remaining quarter mile, and collapsed on the finish line head first.
“Pink” I replied when the Olympic doctors asked me what color cast I would like. I remained in that hospital for two months, until my broken ankle recovered. I was cleared for air travel again, and I flew back home. The aircraft landed back in
The gun wailed, and we were off. I found myself counting …show more content…
The fortress I just entered felt like the house of Allah on Earth because of its prodigious size. We made to a checkpoint in the airport that seemed to invade my privacy. They constantly pestered me to take off my only valuable possession, my shoes. Hesitant at first, I gradually removed my shoes and placed them gently on a rubber conveyer belt. Then the shoved me inside of a gray monitor that let off a high pitched beeping sound. I swiftly stepped through the baffling monitor, laced my shoes, and left. A short walk later, we met a hallway with tens of doors surrounding it. Eventually we walked into a door that had the symbol B13 painted in black above the entrance. That door led us to a suspended hallway leading to the machine that was supposed to fly us there, it was called an airplane. Once in, I sat in a leather seat labeled “Row 5, Seat D.” Immediately, I was knocked out. I woke up to the calming words of the pilot disclosing our flight status, we were currently landing in Rio, …show more content…
Little did I know the American representative Jennifer Huppert was on my tail. In the heat of the moment, I felt a burning tear in my hamstring, but I kept pushing, holding on to my first place position. I held in until we were three-fourths into the race. Then I crashed like a rocket, my right hamstring gave out. Then a runner I couldn’t get a glimpse of stepped on my right ankle. A loud snap was exerted, and everything went black. What felt like an eternity was only about seven seconds, and I woke up from the darkness. I twisted my head towards my ankle. I became the runner that couldn’t run. A burst of power came to me, and lifted me. Wobbling on my left leg, I went. I limped for the remaining quarter mile, and collapsed on the finish line head first.
“Pink” I replied when the Olympic doctors asked me what color cast I would like. I remained in that hospital for two months, until my broken ankle recovered. I was cleared for air travel again, and I flew back home. The aircraft landed back in