Personal Narrative: The Girls Throwing Team

It was a humid morning in February and the atmosphere of the field was uncomfortable: the air was thick and moist, and the sun was shadowed by the overcast of black clouds. The blades of grass were still wet from the morning dew and the dirt turned into mud. The confident chattering of the nearby teams coupled with the cold stares only worsened the situation.
The pressure was on: it was my schools second track meet and my running coach expected my team to beat our personal records. This ultimatum would have not seemed so daunting had my team, the Girls Throwing team, had a coach. Thanks to the stellar planning by our school administrators we were left with no one to teach us how to perfect our form and had no other choice but to turn to YouTube as a guide. When we arrived at our pit, we scoped out the competition, much to our disappointment, as they seemed beyond qualified. One of the girls had bigger biceps than our male sprints coach! Another threw her ball 100 …show more content…
The discs we had to throw were metallic and kept slipping from our hands. Being that my team did not expect for it to rain, we were all unprepared, which meant that we did not have towels to dry off the discs before throwing. The universe seemed to be working against us and time was going in slow motion; however, when the judge called my name I was pushed back into reality. I had no time to be nervous and meticulously walked to the circle, making sure to step in through the back: a rule set by the strict judges. Moments before throwing the disc I repeated these words to myself: “you can do it, don’t think about it just throw”. After barely saving the disc from slipping, I flung it into the field at what felt like 30 miles an hour. As I watched it soar through the rain my feelings of anxiety were replaced with anticipation as I waited to see just how far it would