Narrative Essay About Running To Me

Running to me is not something I do but something I am. My teammates are like family; my coaches are friends, and the sport is my life. Running is my safe haven from all the noise in life, but with it, there will always be losing, injury and failure. To run you have to do more than love it, you have to conquer it. It just so happened that my second year of track I experienced more than I knew about myself, with the help of injury. As soon as, the sun was lifting over my hill, I was up and going. I was as jumpy as a grasshopper on a sunny day. It was the first day of track and I could not what. They only bad news about that day was that I had an entire day of school before track. As soon as the last bell of the day rang, I raced out of …show more content…
The word was big, which I think is why I got so freaked out. She explained, "it is when the bottom of your foot called the facial gets tightened." She said to me one night as I was drifting to sleep.My mom and I talked to my coach the next day, and we discussed what we were going to do to get me through this. I started wearing a foot brace very night, which would help keep it flexed. I begin to do calf raises, I would roll my foot out every night after track, and talk ices baths. As the days went by with all the treatment, I was counting down the days till I would have to run my first race with my injury. I wondered every night if I would be able to finish the race. As my coach and I worked together to overcome the injury and be in tip top shape the race kept getting closer and closer. Following me, day and night, the race kept creeping up to …show more content…
A girl from twin spouse was in front of me, and I knew that I was not going to lose to her. My foot was stinging with pain as I kept creeping up. I was now neck and neck with her, but my foot seemed to be giving out. As we passed the 100-meter mark together, I thought this is a straight away, and there's nothing I can not do. I kicked it into gear and start sprinting, my foot pain seemed now to be fading as I was getting ahead of the girl. The finish line was the only cm away, and as I head towards the white line, with sweat pouring from my face, I realized that I have much more to me than my brain thinks. Pushing to my make with an injury, was not something I had in mind today. Before the race, I doubted myself immensely, but know I was not afraid to do anything. Afterward, my coach and I talked about being able to run without being worried about my injury. Now that I realized that if I kept up on my treatments I could run as hard as I wanted and I could not damage my foot anymore. My carrier for that season was amazing because of that race. Now I do not have fear when I step on the line, that I will not cross it again. Having but is now more in my head as I am rounding corners. I believe in myself now, and that is what will get me through