Personal Narrative On Track

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My heart is pumping a hundred miles per minute; I jump up like a frog to get some blood flowing to my legs, then it’s time to begin. “On your mark,” I prepare my mind for the pressure I'm about to endure; “set,” the signal to move one leg in front of the other; “Go!” My legs are going faster than I can even think to tell them to go. I begin sprinting to the first hurdle that signifies who is running the fastest; I’m shaking; my heart is pounding out of my chest; I feel the sweat dripping down my face already; I think of nothing but my breath and my speed; I begin to feel numb. By the 200 meter mark, I tap into the last ounce of energy left in me to give a last kick to bring me to full speed. I’m at the last hurdle, and I can barely feel my legs, but I have to keep running, only another 10 meters until I cross the finish line. …show more content…
Track and field is a sport in which races of various lengths take place on a track while people throw various objects in a field. I was a 100 meter and 200 meter sprinter, and could never imagine running a longer distance. The winter of my sophomore year, I decided to start running the 400 meter sprint during winter track in order to decrease my 200 meter time for the spring season. By the end of the winter track season, I had fallen completely in love with the 400 meter

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