Personal Narrative: My First Track Meet Day

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My heart pounded against the inside of my skin, racing, as I crawled to the floor. The palms of my hands burned while my view darkened. I panicked, and jumped up to, “Tori! Tori! Come throw. I want you to try this.” Standing at 5’1, 98 pounds light, my lips twisted to the side of my face. Me? Go do that? Not at all. I wouldn’t stand a chance against those girls. Maybe, they wouldn’t be the ones to stand a chance against me no matter how much they tried to put me down. I had to be more than what they saw of me and bigger than what I was. To the left was my life, but to the right was my next chapter. “Aren’t you suppose to be on the track or something?” giggled the other girls. “She’s nothing but skin and bones!” I sat there with a worried face. These girls are bigger than me, and stringer. My whole performance was devastating. I let myself down, my coach, and I was giving the girls the pride that they wanted. My eyelids began to blink rapidly, hoping to wash away the liquid from my eyes. My coach always knew what to …show more content…

I didn’t do my normal warm up routine. Two laps around the field, then I began walking to the open green area. The vibe was intense. “Time! Get in your order. It’s time to get it started,” the empire exclaimed. On my first throw, the javelin left my hand as my fingers touched the inside of my wrist. The second throw, a powerful “ah” left my spirit, hoping for more feet towards my throw. The third and final throw had #1 written all on my mark. I was greeted with a metal showing my accomplishment, but most importantly, I had held a title. “I did it! I did it! I’m #1 in the state of Texas!” I shouted with shortness of breath. No longer was I the girl who belonged elsewhere. My comfort zone, my pride, and my determination were right with the javelin. The doubted me and took shots at me, but I never fell. I jetted off and had risen to the top of the