Personal Narrative: Cross Country

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Cross Country makes me tackle grit everyday. With the towering hills, confusing courses, and the feeling that pings me when someone is on my back, and I run for my life. Not to mention, the excruciating pain that flows through my body with every twist and turn of the course. Every time I compete I get tingles because I know that my success in each race all depends on me. To finish at the top you have to be tenacious and not let anything drag you down. When I fly cross the finish line, thinking back to the horrible practices from when it’s skin boiling hot out, to the pouring rain. A wave of pride comes over me. All of my hard work pays off because I decided to use grit to conquer my goals.

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Personal Narrative-Cross Country

Cross Country This sport is absolutely beautiful, sure its mind numbing work outs in the summer are exhausting. There is always a beautiful side to every sport no matter how hard the practices are, or how dull is the weather. One begins to develop a feeling of fondness for a sport like this if you have been participating as long as I have, I started in 5th grade and I liked it from the start. I was never a really athletic boy or the most in shape of the group, in fact I was the short and chubby…

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Personal Narrative: Cross-Country Race

the point where what I have dreamed about for hours on end was here and that something could snatch that opportunity out of my grasp. It was aggravating to even think about it. I had worked so much to try to run under a six minute mile during a cross-country race. That I would do everything in my power to keep something from crushing my dream. My body just could not keep up with me, it sighed every time that I took a break wondering it it could run another yard. If it had not been for my coach, brother…

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Personal Narrative: Running A Cross Country

to cross country regionals as a team and had to finish as a team. The final straight away was the only thing keeping me from achieving my goal of finishing this agonizing race. It took everything in me to push myself further and further down that last home stretch.…

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Personal Narrative-PIAA Cross Country Race

Hundreds of spectators lined the straightaway awaiting who would qualify for the most coveted race of the year, the PIAA Cross Country Championships, including my own family. The final moments of my race were spent listening to the crackling voices expressing heartfelt joy, but the voices were not for me. When I finally stepped foot across the finish line, I could not resist…

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Personal Narrative: My Cross-Country Team

didn’t happen though. Until now, I wondered why I never felt as if I was part of a team. Why did practicing as a team always feel like a competition? Thanks to my cross-country team and coach, I now understand what a team is. I expected it to be different than other sports because it was individual, I never imagined how different cross-country could be. First of all, my teammates cheered me on. As opposed to other sports where they might want someone to disappoint the coaches in order for them to play…

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Personal Narrative: The 2005 Cross Country Team

The 2005 Cross Country team had the entire top five from the previous season back, had lost two people who decided that making a commitment wasn’t for them, and added, among others, a new sophomore, who would end up being a future Atlantic Coast Conference Steeplechase Champion in college. When the season began, no one was really sure how good we could be. The only thing they were sure of was that they wanted to be part of the sixth consecutive State Championship team. In our opening meet at the…

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Personal Narrative: My Joined The Cross Country Team

and was now enrolling into a high school where my graduating class would be approximately 328. While I was excited to take new classes, I was scared to face a crowd of people that I had never met before. It was for this reason that I joined the cross country team, where I met some of my…

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Personal Narrative: My First Cross Country Career

our relationship. As soon as my brother reached 7th grade, he joined cross country. The two years that followed until my progression to the same age seemed infinite. I imagined cross country as a chance to finally show off my skill. I figured that because I had been running all that time on my own, I would have a head start over the other kids. Perhaps I could earn their admiration. Needless to say, the first cross country practice of my 6th grade career was a humbling one. I came in towards…

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Kurt Vonnegut - slaughterhouse 5 analysis Essay

“There is the time of the thing told and the time of the telling... one of the functions of narrative is to invent one time scheme in terms of another time scheme.” Christian Metz Examine how a narrative we’ve looked at this term manipulates time. Slaughterhouse Five: A Four Dimensional Book Reality is hard enough for us to get our heads around. So narratives, such as novels, screenplays, poetry, newspaper reports, tend to be well-organised. Narrators, by and large, adhere to rules…

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My Childhood Memories: My Black Painted Eastpak Book Bag

happy. Not only was I happy that the book bag was beautiful, but I was also proud because I was able to tell and show my friends the book bag that my mother had bought me. It was important to me because even though we were not living in the same country, my mother was still thinking about me at all times. That object came at the right time and at the right moment. All the kids wanted the book bag because it was beautiful and fun. Although I used it only for a year, I still kept it with me for about…

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