My forehead sparkled with sweat like beads of glitter. As I passed the two-mile mark, I grew quite fatigued.
My forehead sparkled with sweat like beads of glitter. As I passed the two-mile mark, I grew quite fatigued.
The adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I couldn’t stop despite the fact that my lungs felt as if there were icy shards lodged in my chest. Haunted figures of the men that destroyed my life as I knew it flashed before my eyes as I lept over crates and pushed down trash cans behind me, my path marked by a riddled maze of rotted food and old possessions. The tears in my eyes were no longer tears,but streaks of moisture…
It was the day of the Larz Anderson Invitational 2014. After the surprisingly normal day of school, the Park School cross country team headed towards Larz Anderson. We walked outside as a team and the air was dry and cold. The strong breeze sent chills down my spine and swept the orange leaves from side to side. Upon arrival, I saw the vast number of my competitors.…
Tendrils of frozen air grabbed at my skin; loose strands of hair sliced at my face. My family didn’t believe I had it in me. “You? Running? That’s a good one.”…
The Bloody Soccer ball I was running out of breathe. I was pretty good at sprinting, but I felt like I was running a marathon. I couldn’t see him but I heard him and he wasn’t far. I saw something in front of me, but I couldn’t stop.…
Picking up speed with my legs i try to ignore the pain in my ribs as i come closer and closer to not only the finish, but the person in front of me. Now neck and neck with the finish in my grasps, i stride across the finish to find that i passed the runner! My legs swell from the pain, but my heart pounds with the pride knowing that i achieved my goal. Walking past people who were handing out medals, the next one was for me.... I smile as the medal i held had the number SIX on it!…
With only a thousand meters left, my eyelids grew heavy and my blinks became prolonged; I was beginning to lose consciousness. I was nearing the end of the PacWest cross country conference championship race. The day began just like any other race day except I now had six months of training behind me. Earlier that morning, I looked out onto the hilly green Hawaiian course situated next to the ocean. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath which seemed to last forever.…
I sat in the back row of Mrs. Jewett’s room, surrounded by people, a queasy feeling in my stomach. I was here for the initiating cross country meeting, where Mrs. Jewett would explain what we would be doing through the season. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t know why I was. The people around me joked amongst each other.…
The weather was cold, rain clouds had cloaked the sky in despair. The music rang out like echoing children. The rain started to trickle down now making me cold. Not feeling safe here I began to run. I ran, and I ran and I ran till I couldn't do it any more.…
I gripped my lacrosse stick like a blanket on a cold winter night, scared down to my bones about what I was about to do. I peeked the back door open to see if anyone was watching, but I knew that no one would be up at this time of night. I grabbed my backpack from the table and quickly ran out the door toward the woods not sure what was lurking in its darkness. I ran through the trees as briskly as I could, nimble on my feet. I knew no one could catch me now, no one knows what I’ve done.…
“Runners to your marks”. I take two strides forward along with all the other runners that will be trying to outrun me, as I am trying to do the same. Standing out in the hot baking sun my heart pounds violently in my chest, my breath becomes deeper to calm my nerves that flood my brain, beads of sweat run down my sun baked face and plummet to the ground. Walking up to the waterfall line, I hear nothing but my heart pounding in my ears like two timpani’s in an instrumental band. Then the race master yells “BANG” the gun sounds the start of the 1600 meter run of the subsection track meet of 2015.…
The temperature was 83 degrees outside and the humidity was quite high. I just finished swim practice, and I was exhausted from training in the pool. I wanted nothing more than to go home and rest. But, unfortunately, my calendar reminded me that I had eight miles to run. So I proceeded to run down the driveway.…
I was running so fast, my legs started to tremor and they fumbled over one another; soon I found myself lying in the cold, mildew grass, and leaves, surrounded by rocks and sticks. I was trying to be quiet, but I felt like giving up. My mouth had the taste of metal and blood. The air pained my chest as I slowly inhaled and exhaled. I knew this was going to be it.…
A gentle breeze caresses my cheek, brushing a few pesky strands of hair away from my face. It is late, later than usual. The sun will set soon despite its height in the sky. It shines with a radiance that carries the inexplicable feeling of summer. Luckily, the radiance is not raining down with its usual heat, gifting everyone with a cool evening.…
“Okay, I can do this. I can run this 26.2 mile long race.” This was what I had been telling myself since the start of the week in preparation for my marathon — which was happening today. The reason why I decided I wanted to run a marathon was because of the influence of my sister. It was up in Okanagan where my family and I cheered for my sister as she was participating in the Okanagan Marathon.…
I waited at the starting line for my split in the relay race. I felt sweat drip down my temples from the blazing sun. There were two laps for each of the four people in my relay, I was the final runner. My heart was beating out of my chest from the pressure of the crowd. I extended my arm backward, ready to receive the baton.…