Evan Allen
Ms. Lehmann
English 2-2A
4 October 2019
The Most Painful Run of My Life!
I woke up the day of the race, and my legs were screaming in pain, but I tried to ignore it. My mom knows me, and she told me to take two Ibuprofen.
She said, “We will go get you Tylenol,” before I went to school.
She also gave me two more Ibuprofen, so I went to school. The morning class felt so long, but it was a lab. Then, the bell rang and we get called out, so I headed for the locker room and got ready. Then, we got on the bus. The drive up was long because the meet was in Pocatello, so listened to music to get me into the mood and ready. It was quiet, and Omar had to pee bad. when we got there, the forecast was good-perfect running weather. I was kind of hurting still, but I didn’t want to show the pain to my coach. My dad showed up and asked me how felt. I went to go and do my warm-up, and that just hurt. Then, I went to the starting line and lined up next to some funny guys. Their joke kind of eased me into the race. But I knew if start this race I will have to finish. The grumpy guy told us to take a far step back and we did.
Then my dad came and asked me, “Are you ready? I know you are hurting, but do your best. I love you, bud.”
I said, “Love you, too Dad. And thank you.”
The grumpy guy said “Runners to your mark,” and that was when I knew the pain was about to come. And then, BANG!! The race started.
We started and we stopped really bad because of the sharp turn. when we started, and man I felt good, but my legs did not. The funny thing was that it felt like I passed a lot of people but then I looked up front, and holy cow. There were 540 runners just in my race. Mile one was painful, but not bad yet. I was really doing well’ and I was passing people. My team was cheering me on. That is always good. It bumps up your spirit. Then mile one was over, and we started mile two. Now I could start feeling it. I was ignoring it. I pushed through the pain, and I passed my coach
He asked me “How you feeling.”
I told him “I'm ok-kind of.” I was lying. I was hurting bad.
By the end of mile two. I was about to start walking, but I started to feel something push me. I looked back behind me. There was nobody there, and I did not walk, even though I was crying now. My left leg was starting to cramp, but there it was-the finish line. I sprinted, not letting anybody pass me. I crossed that finish line. My legs hurt so bad, I literally broke down, so the nurses there gave me ice and told me to get off my feet. I asked for my time, and I ran a 25:39. That was not even my slowest time. I was so proud of myself but could barely walk. I could tell my dad was proud of me, and so was my coach. Last year, I would say have said I wasn't running, but I've got to prove that I'm not a wimp. Thank you to my great grandpa, who I believed helped me through that race.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
First, I brainstormed to find out what I was going to write about. Then, I wrote a rough draft. Ms. Lehmann revised it, and then I rewrote the paper with the corrections.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?- This is a story because it uses suspense and cliffhangers; it tells what happened to me and what I had to go through. I used dialogue and description and had a conflict.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
The very beginning I did really well on because I like building up my stories with suspense. I did that by telling people in the first sentence that I had a race and my legs were hurting.
Ms. Lehmann
English 2-2A
4 October 2019
The Most Painful Run of My Life!
I woke up the day of the race, and my legs were screaming in pain, but I tried to ignore it. My mom knows me, and she told me to take two Ibuprofen.
She said, “We will go get you Tylenol,” before I went to school.
She also gave me two more Ibuprofen, so I went to school. The morning class felt so long, but it was a lab. Then, the bell rang and we get called out, so I headed for the locker room and got ready. Then, we got on the bus. The drive up was long because the meet was in Pocatello, so listened to music to get me into the mood and ready. It was quiet, and Omar had to pee bad. when we got there, the forecast was good-perfect running weather. I was kind of hurting still, but I didn’t want to show the pain to my coach. My dad showed up and asked me how felt. I went to go and do my warm-up, and that just hurt. Then, I went to the starting line and lined up next to some funny guys. Their joke kind of eased me into the race. But I knew if start this race I will have to finish. The grumpy guy told us to take a far step back and we did.
Then my dad came and asked me, “Are you ready? I know you are hurting, but do your best. I love you, bud.”
I said, “Love you, too Dad. And thank you.”
The grumpy guy said “Runners to your mark,” and that was when I knew the pain was about to come. And then, BANG!! The race started.
We started and we stopped really bad because of the sharp turn. when we started, and man I felt good, but my legs did not. The funny thing was that it felt like I passed a lot of people but then I looked up front, and holy cow. There were 540 runners just in my race. Mile one was painful, but not bad yet. I was really doing well’ and I was passing people. My team was cheering me on. That is always good. It bumps up your spirit. Then mile one was over, and we started mile two. Now I could start feeling it. I was ignoring it. I pushed through the pain, and I passed my coach
He asked me “How you feeling.”
I told him “I'm ok-kind of.” I was lying. I was hurting bad.
By the end of mile two. I was about to start walking, but I started to feel something push me. I looked back behind me. There was nobody there, and I did not walk, even though I was crying now. My left leg was starting to cramp, but there it was-the finish line. I sprinted, not letting anybody pass me. I crossed that finish line. My legs hurt so bad, I literally broke down, so the nurses there gave me ice and told me to get off my feet. I asked for my time, and I ran a 25:39. That was not even my slowest time. I was so proud of myself but could barely walk. I could tell my dad was proud of me, and so was my coach. Last year, I would say have said I wasn't running, but I've got to prove that I'm not a wimp. Thank you to my great grandpa, who I believed helped me through that race.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
First, I brainstormed to find out what I was going to write about. Then, I wrote a rough draft. Ms. Lehmann revised it, and then I rewrote the paper with the corrections.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?- This is a story because it uses suspense and cliffhangers; it tells what happened to me and what I had to go through. I used dialogue and description and had a conflict.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
The very beginning I did really well on because I like building up my stories with suspense. I did that by telling people in the first sentence that I had a race and my legs were hurting.