Personal Narrative: The Hoard Of Girls

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BANG! The sound of the gun going off and suddenly hundreds of feet are pounding on the ground. The heat is oppressive it wraps around me like a boa constrictor and won't let go. Every time I breath it comes out in raspy breaths. I try to swallow my spit because it is the only thing closest to water I will get for the next 5,000 meters. Whenever I do swallow my it is as if I am forcing sandpaper down my throat, which is slowing getting smaller. I need to ignore all of that and work on not getting caught in the hoard of girls. I see one girl from my team who is seven minutes slower than me. I try to pass her but she sees me and cuts me off! WHAT! How could she do that there is no way she will beat me in this race. What makes her think she is …show more content…
I try to stay positive for the rest of the race she slightly ahead of me. I finish the loop around the equine center which is so boring because it is just dead and uneven grass and the smell of horse dung. I exit where came in having a few glorious seconds in the …show more content…
Two of my teammates Chelsea and Alyssa come up behind me and I realize that I have to go faster if I want to beat them. I kick it into gear and manage to pass Kate who usually beats me. She says " good job" and I nod back to acknowledge I want to say something but I can't because oxygen is precious to me right now. She must be having a bad race, but we all are, and if she can't take the heat it's not my problem. Just a 100 meters ahead I can see a entrance to the woods. I am about to cry for joy I speed up and try to stay/pass a girl who I think is from Kilbourne. As we go through the woods which is about half a mile long. It is a mud and grass path and with lots nice cool shade. I passed by a small pond and then a stream I wanted to jump in them so badly and even take a drink. But I had to focus on staying with the Kilbourne girl who is five feet in front of me. I pick up the pace and manage to stay in front of her for the most part, but she is determined to beat. Sadly when we are running around the outside of the old baseball fence and coming closer to the track I see her take off. I am defeated I'm sprinting to but just not fast

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