Personal Narrative: Running

I’m writing this aware you may not relate to everything I am saying. There are only a handful of people who genuinely enjoy running; the others dread the very word. My parents tell me I have always loved running. They said I would always insist on the tv being on the Olympics instead of cartoons like most kids. I would tie string around our basement and sprint to hurdle each line. Running was a huge game to me. Not at all serious or intense.
However, times changed. As I grew up I joined competitive running programs, and my parents would send me off to camps at my request. Running didn’t cease to be a game until seventh grade. I remember the day all too clearly. It was dreadfully cold out. It was late October and there were no clouds in the sky that night so all the heat had escaped. The coach was trying to fire up a group of eleven year olds. Even …show more content…
The weather was around fifty degrees, my spikes were tied tight, we took our layers off to reveal our blue uniforms, then we were instructed to take our marks. I looked down to start my watch. You have to understand that my watch runs off of satellite. It takes varying time to load and process its location. I hadn’t started it early enough to let it load. Ella has the same watch; she had noticed how horrified i was. The race started in seconds!
“Riley, it’s okay. Don’t let it mess with your race. You will do great.”
Before I could answer her, my watch binged signaling it was ready. It has never loaded that fast all season. It is truly amazing it worked out that way. Like a whirl, the race began. As soon as I started running, all the nerves faded away. Throughout the race, I would surge around corners, so the people behind me would think I was farther than I truly was then they would give up. I got into the mode. I felt good and kept passing people as the race progressed.
“13! RILEY 13!!” Brad was screaming and sprinting beside me. Coaching me along the

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