Personal Narrative: The Collapse Of A Football Team

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Noting that our school is located in West Texas, the weather is very hot during that day and would be hot for most of the cross country season. As a team, we ran the first two miles without any trouble; however, the last mile was quite challenging for us. Suddenly, one of my teammates collapsed to the ground. When my teammate fell, she scraped her knee and injured her wrist. Since our two coaches were not supervising us, we had to call for help. One of my teammates quickly ran to find the coaches who were standing outside of the athletic building waiting for us to finish. Another teammate ran to find a maintenance employee who was located by the softball and baseball locker rooms. Once helped arrived, we were instructed to leave the scene

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