Cross Country Meet Narrative

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The only time I can think of when I had grit was at a cross country meet. A few days before the meet I couldn’t breathe very well, and my stomach hurt a lot. At first, I thought it was just nerves and excitement for the race, which was at Starmont. For that race I was on varsity and as soon as we started the race and got into pace, I knew something was very wrong. I was wheezing and it was agonizing to try and breathe, I thought I was having a heart attack. I told myself I had to finish the race, that I couldn’t just stop and walk away from it. The coaches and my teammates cheered for me to keep going. By the end of the race I started to cry because the pain was so bad I could hardly breathe. Coach Moser literally had to carry me back to camp
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