Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Track State Championship Essay -- Memoir Essays
Track State ChampionshipThe pit of my stomach mat up as if it was being eaten away by gnawing insects inside. It wasnt save the ordinary hardlyterflies but evil-biting insects. I was standing impatiently on the track quickly slew further toward the inside as the incoming tiener perfect her hand withdraw. riot encouragements, I waited for Rachel to make her way down the last stretch. We successfully completed our exchange of the baton and I was off. We arrived at Dutch Clark Stadium in Pueblo, Colorado our normal two hours early on a dark, rainy Friday morning. Our team carried in the large tarp, blue tent, coolers full of energy nutriment and many cases of water to keep us hydrated throughout the day. The eyeshot of the enormous red rubber track brought that well-known(prenominal) tingle to my stomach. Its the corresponding size as any other track, but we just run the opposite direction, I heard Coach Dirst joke with the always naive Erin. Shortly after we set up camp, I heard the familiar words, Get out of here come from Coach Dirst. Our team make our way down the mountain of unevenly spaced, concrete stairs to the track. after doing our routine warm-up of a two-lap jog, stretches and form running, the team scattered, some preparing for their event, others just hoping to catch a few more zs. As I was fashioning my way back to camp, I noticed everyones red stained t-shirts and sweatshirts from reach on the damp track, not realizing those stains would in time become memories Id neer forget. The day of prelims jumped off to a great start. The medley pass along qualified for finals, and Kendal became a two-time state champion in blue jump capturing the teams first ten points. The rest of the day went just as well. After placing fourth a... ...owerful To hear Coach Dirst say that just make the whole experience that much more special. All the hard bet wed put in throughout the year had finally paid off when it mattered most. As we ran our final vi ctory lap of the 2002 track season, we realized we had courteous what every team dreams. After the sharing of many hugs and tears, happy ones of course, I made my way back to camp to gather my belongings. I then slowly strolled to the parking lot wanting to savor the incredible feeling. As I gazed up at the pitch-black sky, a raindrop fell to my forehead. deep down no time at all, I was standing in the middle of a downpour taking everything in as I thought, This is as good as it gets All the emotions, triumph, thrill and excitement, I was feeling acted ilk a bug bomb to the evil-biting insects that were at one time feeding away at the pit of my stomach.