Personal Narrative: The Big Day

I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.

On our way to Regionals everyone on the bus was pumped up. We couldn’t wait to arrive at Troy. I can remember as soon as we left the school I got that tight feeling in my stomach that I was like, oh my gosh I can not wait. On our way Alexis Moon and I sat in a seat together and just discussed how excited we were.

Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story. “Two Rivers Running, tell us the Story of the Great Battle again,” the little ones asked. All eyes were on me as I sat down next to them, everyone silent as I told them the story of the Great Battle.

I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.

This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence. Since the beginning of the season I had wanted to play in this tournament, but I knew to get there it would take a lot of grit and perseverance. My coach could only take 6 boys to this tournament so he was gonna take the best possible to good as a team.

Saturday seemed to drag on but finally it was show time. Walking into the arena was the most nerve-wracking moment of my life; the bleachers were packed and there were people with big cameras everywhere. It felt as though I was famous! As the announcer called my name the only thing I could think about was making a solid run. My run for the first round was good considering my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.

I was waiting for my turn to go out into the gym and tryout for the school cheerleading team. I don’t think I have ever been that nervous before. The girl that was in front of me was coming back from the gym, and it was now my turn. I was going to try out for the school cheer squad. I have never done cheer before so it was nerve-racking.

I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.

During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.

The next morning we stretched and got on to the field, we walked in amazement on how many different types of people there were and how big the track actually felt. Well, I ran and did not fare too well…considering the fact that my parents were not there to cheer me on when I need it most. I figured my day was over and the only thing that was left was going home with not just a loss but guilt too. Little did I know that the day was not over yet. In order to stay on the field I needed to be running in an event, and a spot had just opened.

Our original departure time got delayed a couple hours due to the Lady Chargers making it to state for basketball. To support and cheer them on we made the two hour trip to Wichita. Our team won the game, which made us overjoyed. After we finished celebrating with them, we made our trip back to the high school to meet the charter bus. Once we arrived at the school, most of us changed into something more comfortable and made sure

“You made the team!!”my mom told me with excitement in her voice. By now I’ve been playing lacrosse for over four years. Although this is my first time playing for F.C.A (Florida Christian athletes) and I was kind of nervous. Everyone was assuring me that I would be fine because of all the experiences I have. I have to admit, all of the nice thing that were said did feel a lot better and ready for practice tomorrow.

Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.

and I got to the game and met our team, put on pads, and started stretching. “Its gametime Chase. Get ready to do your best” said Coach Tomasulo. Those words gave me courage that I could power through this.