Monday, September 2, 2019
I Have Limitations :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay
      I Have Limitations           As I sat in the grass of Burke County's football field that fateful day in  May, my brain was cluttered with questions and thoughts. I was busy making  mental notes. Stay low, snap your trail leg, and run when you hit the ground, my  mind nagged. Instinctively, I put on my running spikes, removed my warm-ups, and  stretched my muscles. My concentration was interrupted as the speakers boomed,  "Third and final call for all 100-meter low hurdles." In a blur I was on the  starting line, staring down a horizon filled with hurdles.           Beat them to the first hurdle with a quick start, and you have a chance to  win. CRACK! The startling noise the gun made brought me back to reality.  Clearing the first hurdle in perfect form, I ran with all my might. I lunged  toward the finish line after I soared over the final hurdle. Looking ahead of  me, I saw only one other runner. I had qualified for the regional finals! My  coach's smile said everything I wanted to hear.           Walking off the rubber track, my heart was at the same time both light and  heavy. I was thrilled by my qualification, but I knew the next day would be  horrid. Coach Gaddy firmly said, "You know what you have to do to advance."           Finally, following what seemed like an eternity, Friday arrived. After  dwelling on the race, I had butterflies the size of pelicans waiting for the  opportunity to take me away. While running a warm-up lap, I realized I had let  my tension get the best of me. My leg muscles felt like rocks. All you need to  do is focus and put things in place. Just then, coach tapped me on the shoulder.  He had been informed that I had the third fastest time in my heat, and I would  be running in lane five. "Run the best race of your life, and you have a great  chance at going to state," he said. I was relieved to know I only needed to  recover one place to advance. My fears slowly and gently began to subside, and  my confidence started to build. While I was engrossed in my wind sprints, I  heard, "Second call, all 100-meter low hurdles.  					    
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