Personal Narrative Analysis

I would never forget the first time I participated in the sports meeting, my hands kept on shaking because of either the cold weather or the game. The game had became a blur in my memory. The way back to my class after the game didn’t, and won’t. I even remembered the order that they ran at me and raised me up in the air. I was a hero when I won the silver medal.

The same day in the next year. The feelings after I took another second place erased the memory about the game itself again. Less than 50 meters, the way back to my class felt like a thousand miles long. The applause didn’t feel the same. From that day on, I avoided running and any topics about the game. We graduated from the middle school. That guy who won the champion twice went to another high school. Time went fast, these things were nearly forgotten if it was not the sports meeting again.

I sat with the others and tried to taste the feeling of being one of the others. However, when it came to the 1,500-mile run, I went near to the racing track unconsciously and sat on the grass beside the competitors. When the gun shot, I suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion, then shame, finally regret. At the same time, I noticed one of these competitors who seemed familiar but never existed in my sight. Then the silver medal was awarded to him. I sneered but not at him.

I used to avoid everyone’s witness of my training. I would even rather to get up very early just to cover up my efforts. Nevertheless, from 1/10/2013 on, I practiced every night at the stadium. I was so eyeballs appealing and I forced myself to neglect their stares. Then one day, I found that I got some followers. Gradually those football players and some who love distance running joined me. Day by day, I kept on reminding myself of the feelings that I experienced on 9/30/2013, so I persevered in running every single day despite the rain and