Personal Narrative-I M Not Going To My Blocks

“Runners, to your blocks,” the starter called.

I took a deep breathe before going to my blocks. Quickly, I set them up so the right foot is in front, just how I liked them. Then, I stood behind my blocks to signal that I was ready.

“On your mark,” the starter said.

I walked to the front of my blocks and jumped twice to prep my legs. Then, I preceded to smack my leg muscles to get the blood moving. Finally, I crouched down and back into my starting blocks. I made sure to slam my foot into each block a couple of times, verifying my feet are secure.

Seconds before I ran, the only thing I could hear was dead silence. The world dulled around me as my focus intensified. This was my race.

Bang! The gun went off, and I came out of the blocks low

Kugler, another coach, was yelling at me to go all the way through the finish line. The crowd roared as I pass the grandstand, urging me to keep going. Could this mean there was a girl right behind me? That thought boosted me forward and I full out sprinted the last 20 meters to cross the finish line.

As I crossed the finish line, my legs almost collapsed from underneath me. I staggered slowly to a halt, and rested my arms above my head. I could barely breathe. Slowly, I turned around to look at my competition.

To my surprise, no other girl has crossed the finish line yet. They were all still running the race, and the girl in second was at least 50 meters from the finish line. 50 meters! I could hardly believe that I had won by 50 meters. That is a huge lead for any track event. The biggest smile crossed my face, as I realized I probably won the entire event. Although there were more heats to go, it is unlikely that anyone would come close to my time.

I came off the track after congratulating the other runners, and I was just in awe of my own abilities. Lexi skipped over to me, a huge smile across her face and a water bottle in her

She chuckled and handed me her water bottle. This is a normal reaction after running a 400, so she wasn’t worried about me.

After I laid there for five minutes, I was able to get my spikes off and walk over to my friend, Molly. She also ran the 400. She was in the heat after me. Her face was a little flushed and her breathing was hard. She won her heat too.

I gave her a high-five. “Molly, that was amazing! Good job!”

“Thanks, you too,” Molly said and gave me a small smile. Together, we watched the end of the open 400 runners.

When the event was finally over, a voice crackled over the loudspeaker. “Alright now,” the loudspeaker said. “We have our results for the 400-meter dash, girls. In second place, we have Molly Domsten!” I cheered and gave her a hug, telling her congratulations.

“And in first place,” the loudspeaker said. “We have Sophia Clark!” I was beaming from ear-to-ear. Never before have I won an event. This made all the stress worth it. Now, Coach Dykes should put me in open 400s.

“Congrats, Soph!” Molly said.

“Thank you!” I smiled.

Coach Liston walked by me. “Nice job, Clark! My goal for you is 62 seconds.” I thank him before agreeing with him. It’s nice to have a coach that supports