Personal Narrative: My Trip To Coach Corry's Cabin

Running is my sport. I’ve made so many memories with my friends and team. One of my favorites is our trip to Coach Corry’s cabin. Every year we travel up the mountain and run together until we reach his cabin. But this year was memorable for several reasons; my friends, the rain, our team captains, and my coach. It was a July morning when I woke up to the sound of my alarm. The light rain hit my bedroom window as I prepared to run to Coach’s cabin. This was a tradition of our cross country team to run to his cabin. It was going to be a cool, wet run. I grabbed a granola bar, hopped into my car, and drove to the high school. As we pooled into cars, I jumped into Kaylen’s and her motivating music immediately rejuvenated my spirit and energized my soul. She is the party animal of our team and the spirit to our runs. The teammates in her car included Cheyanne, Rachel, Kaylen, and me. We enjoyed her music and the beautiful morning drive up the mountain. The rain gradually increased and the hope of a dry run diminished.

Coach directed us where to run and we slowly walked, and then sped up to a jog. The road was wet, dirty, and on a steep slope. The gradual incline and elevation level made it hard to breath, talk while running, and run without pain. My thighs began to hurt considerably, but my teammates cheered each other on, as the run became more difficult. We relied on each other to keep going especially when it was tough. The rain, the wind, and the slope made running conditions strenuous. We all had to make it, whether we walked or ran, but running was faster. I slowly passed girls and continued to run without stopping. The urge to stop or walk was incomprehensible, but after 30 minutes of running, I made it without