Personal Narrative-Track Race

The race, we were traveling to, was the last meet for the others on the team, but for me it was the start of an uphill battle to get back to where I used to be. On the way to the track meet, the school bus window condensation blurred the view of the outside world. All I could see looking out my window were the blurred lights of passing cars in the darkening afternoon. My canada goose jacket rested beside me protecting my hip from pounding itself into the metal framework of the moving bus. My headphones blasted Roy Wood’s Waking at Dawn album, while the other teammates on the track team listened to their own tunes. I clutched my backpack as we neared the arena where people would go from all towns of Bergen County to run in circles as a sport, and the person, who can run the …show more content…
I would close my eyes and flashes of when I was a freshmen running this race flooded my thought process, but it was interrupted by Sophie hugging me to provide me the support I needed for my race. The official then called heat seven to warm up and go to our lane assignments. My hands trembled in the fear that I might do bad or my knee might not be as strong as I thought it is. I readied into position ignoring the official explaining rules to the new racers who have never runned this race before. The official blew the whistle once, then twice, and then the gun let out a pop noise followed by a small cloud of smoke. My body’s adrenaline fueled me to run without thinking and for the whole minute and ten seconds I wasn’t thinking. Friends above in the stands cheered but their voices blurred with the sound of the wind. The girls in my race fell behind me and for that whole race I felt free of school and of everything that causes me stress because there was only one thing to focus on, being fast. The lights looked like they were flicking, and it seemed like they were running with