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Sunday, March 17, 2019

Running For Glory :: Personal Narrative Writing

Running For Glory Without ambition wizard starts nonhing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be direct to you. You have to win it Ralph Waldo Emerson is credited for these motivational terminology. I have lived by, and allowed these words into my life my freshman year of high school when I distinct to run Cross-Country.It was a crisp, brisk Saturday morning. We all packed into the big, rusted, old bus, and pock off for the race. As we arrived at Kirby Park, I felt a cold chill shoot all the way up spine. I was nervous. I stood up and could feel how badly my legs were shaking. I had the chills, but I was not cold. There were countless butterflies in my stomach just floating almost causing tension deep inside of my body. I felt anxious(p) and felt the need to find a toilet seat to take a breather over. I somehow managed to walk off the bus. I looked up in the gray, cloudy, gloomy, sky and said,Please graven image, help and guide me through t oday.I knew God was with me. This gave me the courage and strength I needed to approach the showtime specify a short time later.We found a shady plain under a big oak tree and sat there to stretch. As every other race, we positioned ourselves in a circle to parade our team unity. I started to stretch and could feel how sore and tight my muscles were. It truly hurt when I tried to touch my feet.Runners gather round, a outside voice screamed.This meant it was time to start. Our team said a prayer, and then headed for the starting line. As I approached the starting area, I saw the opposing team. They were tall, big, and muscular. I could see the seriousness on their faces. They came to run, and they came to win. My conscience suddenly started to play games with my mind, and I started asking myself questions. What if I didnt train hard enough? What if I am not ready? What if we lose?I finally stop myself out of that negative world and found myself in the ready posit ion. My knees were bent, and I was ready for the gun to go off.

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