Personal Narrative: The Kite Runner

The gun shot in the air and I ran as fast as I could. As soon as I passed the starting line, the chip on my shoe started running the clock; timing how long it would take for me to make it to the finish line. I had trained for this very day in which I would run for the half marathon. Having had run several five kilometer races I never thought I would have doubled the miles. Blood circulating in and out of my heart faster and faster I could not feel my legs. I ran without acknowledging that I needed to pace myself because all I was focused on was trying to get to the finish line as soon as possible. I wanted to prove to my father that I could finish the half marathon. Initially, I had to ask my father if I could participate in running the half marathon but he had neglected that idea. He could not believe his thirteen year old daughter would be able to survive a mere thirteen miles of running. I then asked my mother who gave me consent to be able to run the race. Training for three months running seven to eight miles with my friends and teacher, who was in charge of the middle school running club, I was able to gain more endurance. Eventually after running non stop, I heard the sounds of cow bells, clapping, and whistling of supporters in front of me. …show more content…
I could not feel my hands and feet. I saw the finish line and stepped on the mat that stopped my chip from counting. I got my medal and walked around the tents where people congratulated runners for finishing. Not only had I finished the race but I was placed second in my division and finished under an hour. When I got home I showed my dad the medals. One that presented that I had finished the half marathon and the other medal that showed that I placed second in my