Personal Narrative Analysis

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High expectations have always been a great key to success for me. They also have taught me too high of expectations causes someone to push you too far. I have always found satisfaction running around the eight lane track surrounding the football field at Holdingford High School. I’ve spent countless nights and weekends of grueling practices at the track, it now feels like a second home to me.is this sentence okay? I have been a very successful athlete throughout my high school years, but this last spring I learned a difficult lesson of failure. Not everyone will be there to motivate me at strenuous times; sometimes they will even bring me down further. My head track coach changed my perspective on the way people treat others in times

John’s University track were at an ultimate high. It was a clear, sunny day and I had a million butterflies running through my stomach. At subsections the week before, I didn’t have a very successful day in the long jump pits, but I competed well enough to make it to sections. A new week had arrived to compete for a trip to state. One of my best friends, Summer, and I walked over to the long jump pit before the meet started to get into the mindset of jumping. I could feel the stress beginning to build as I pondered in the field house. Unfortunately, I still had another two hours to wait until long jump started at 10:30. That morning felt like an eternity, but many of my coaches and teammates gave me encouraging words to help keep me

Blascziek came up to me with exhilaration, “Way to go girl! Good job of not letting your last two jumps effect this jump.” My next mission finals; if I could just get a strong 16 foot jump I might have a chance to make it to state. The next hour I kept my thoughts on finals. Then, finally, the time arrived for me to attempt my last three jumps. In finals nine girls competed for a spot at state, but only two would receive the honor of going. I was ranked in the sixth seed at the time, but I wanted to improve. Eventually, my turn to jump had arrived. As I walked onto the runway I could only think of all the people expecting me to go to state. The voices in my head kept repeating, “You can easily go.” “You’re in this event because I know you can go to state.” “You’ve jumped 17 feet before.” I just wanted to jump for me, not for anyone else. Then, I attempted my first jump. The official announced a jump of only a high 13 foot jump. Embarrassment flourished through my face as it became as red as a tomato. After I got myself up out of the pit, I noticed my head coach, Alcorn, waiting for me to approach him. Alcorn possessed a strong characteristic of being headstrong; it was his way or no way. Alcorn gave me a long talk to try to relieve some of the pressure that was weighing on my shoulders before I attempted my final two jumps. Again I jumped with little improvement of a high 14 foot jump and my final jump resulted in a low 15 foot jump. I earned 7th place in