Personal Narrative Essay: Picking Up And My Team

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Racing To Victory Whoosh! The strong Alaskan winds were picking up, and my team seemed to be falling behind. The race had just begun, everyone with the hope to win the 1998 Iditarod, with nothing in his or her way. Until the third day when a huge snowstorm hit the teams, many teams just quit thinking it is the end, not my team. Our Musher Aubrey held a strong spirit, which rubbed into us dogs to continue the race. Around the corner a few hours later, the storm passed. Briskly, we all made it out of the brutal storm, without any injuries, and continued on the race. The next few days were amazing for my team, we slid across the reaming teams landing in the first pace standing. One day Luna and Loren, the two sister competitors

Before I knew it, the 1988 Iditarod was making the news headlines all over the country; the main headline was “Who Will Win”! All of the pressure was starting to catch up to my team; it was terrible we slowed down. As fast as a lightning bolt Aubrey saw how we were acting, and took an hour break. Some of the dogs and Aubrey started to think the race was over, so it was my job to tell them there is still hope. Because Hazel was overworking her dogs there was a possibility that they have slowed down. Aubrey started to think like my reasoning to, so we went and started fresh from where we left off. On the seventh day we did not see Hazel, until at night we saw her resting with the dogs at the twenty third checkpoint. Silently we passed her, after seeing her the team-regained confidence that the race could still be ours. On the ninth day we were warned there had been a major snowstorm that just passed the 35 checkpoint, and we were told to go around the 35 to make it to the 37th checkpoint, the final checkpoint. Hazel had regained speed from her dogs and was miles down from us that was freighting to think first place might not be ours. Quickly us dogs sprang into action and ran as fast as