Personal Narrative: My First Race

5 years old and already running in my first race. As I look down at my running shoes, I realize that I never expected to use these outside of P.E. class. All I was told is that after this I would get pumpkin pie after the race, so of course I had motivation to finish. I remember my mom holding my hand for the entire last mile, then basically dragging me across the finish line. Once finished, I felt a sense of accomplishment, then immediately after came a feeling that I never wanted to do this again. Who knew she’d make us do this every thanksgiving morning?
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My mom had always wanted a running partner, and I was the only one her guilt trip worked on. She would say, “Oh I just hate running by myself….” followed by, “If only one of my kids wanted to spend quality time with their mom who does everything for them.” So here I am, running a 10 mile race that I haven’t trained for once. All that’s in my head is I need to get through this. All I need to do is get through. As I shuffle across that finish line, my shoes still look good as new. As we leave the race, I hurl in a bush. But …show more content…
This is the first race I’m running because I want to, not because I have to. All I want is to do good on this race. TO prove to myself this isn’t like any other race I’ve run in the past. I throw on my running shoes that are almost too beat up to continue with, and leave the house. I arrive downtown around 6:00 in the morning with nerves surrounding me. Before I know it, It’s time for the race. I truly never noticed how hilly downtown Kansas City was until I ran miles and miles around it. After finishing the race, I receive a plaque for second in my age group. It was such an astonishing feeling of accomplishment because I sent my mind to something months ago, and succeeded past my expectations. The minute I got home, I began looking up more races to sign up