“Rah Rah”The crowd would be yelling when I cross the finish line sprinting,the big race against the three fastest racers in the country,my mom was the top racer in our family,but she died doing what she loved on the championship race.I would be racing against people to avenge my mother but only in two days, so I planned to run a marathon through the forest and end at the nearest smoothie shop on elm street.I had been training all day and it was getting closer and closer to the race day.I had then stopped at the smoothie shop then headed back home after running some errands.Later That day I had came onto otter grove,because my normal way home was blocked by a tree falling over that afternoon.That evening I saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring …show more content…
I then tried to clear my mind of all distractions and was ready to run my fastest today.If I won this race I would be famous and be able to get out of oaksburg city and go do greater things.The coach then yelled
“All right racers this race will consist of three laps around the park and through the forest when a racer is injured or hurt call us using your walkie talkies and NO cheating racers .On your mark,get set,and GO!” With that we all sprinted off through the park but the mystery person had made his or her move, halfway through they spilt oil on the course which made racer one slip and sprain his ankle, but number three called the race parametric.As the three of us were about to finish our first lap the misterious person pushed me back and lunged forward.Racer two and I were left in the dust, but as we got closer to the forest entrance the mysterious person was at it again, and he was swinging like a monkey through the trees. had
The morning has came it’s race day your heart is pumping you are ready for the announcer to say 10 seconds!!!!!You are talking to your friends before the race and the
As I got back on Loopy I felt a sense of relaxation come over me. I heard the announcer say that my time was 10.1 seconds. I knew that this was a good time and could possibly win the short go at the State Finals. I sat through the other fourteen calf ropers to listen to no other times faster than 10.1 seconds. Not only did I win the short go but I showed everyone that I was someone to watch.
Race has proven to be more than the color of someone’s skin. Race, through personal experience, is stigmas and stereotypes, limits and control, power, and opportunity. Race is about shades, hues, and pigments justifying bias actions. Does one race, because of something that cannot be changed, have an advantage over another? Does something as simple as the color dictate how one is seen in society and limit what one can and cannot do?
My phone lit up as I got a text from Sid, my teammate that I have know for years, she texted “here.¨ I quickly put on my blue Nike sneakers and ran out of the house with my bulky softball bag.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
Race, in the common understanding, draws upon differences not only of skin color and physical attributes but also of language, nationality, and religion. Race categories are often used as ethnic intensifiers, with the aim of justifying the exploitation of one group by another. Race is an idea that has become so fixed in American society that there is no room for open-mindedness when challenging the idea of racial categories. Over the years there has been a drastic change with the way the term "race" is used by scientists. Essentially, there is a major difference between the biological and sociological views of race.
Right, when we pulled up to the field I was feeling a win coming. I went to the field and the first thing I did was stretch as well as run 5 laps around the field as always. “Ok lineup for warm-ups,” the coach said. As we ran to warm-ups my friends asked “who wants to when today” within the blink of an eye all of the team said me. I felt like we already won.
I proved to myself and that I am a tough human being that can take on anything, one step at a time. There will be breakdowns as well as self and extrinsic doubt involved, but I will and can do anything. Many of my peers and teachers do not know I did this race and frankly, I don't need them to. I may not have changed in anyone else's eyes that day but for me everything changed. I raced for myself that
Eventually, we arrived at the race course. Stepping off of the bus, the exhilaration was uplifting as we looked across the sunrise ...
Because of our late departure, I went fast, maybe a little too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. My sister said, “Hopefully today coach won’t give us too long of a practice”. I then responded, “Take your time today I don’t have any plans.” The road we were taking was about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills, in the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was still going fast. The car swerved back to the left, then the right, and back to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body shook with the spontaneous movements of the car. The car swerved to the right one last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the
The start of the 2002 track season found me concerned with how I would perform. After a disastrous bout with mononucleosis ended my freshmen track season, the fear of failure weighed heavily on my mind. I set a goal for myself in order to maintain focus and to push myself like nothing else would. My goal for my sophomore track season was to become a state champion in the 100 meter hurdles. I worked hard everyday at practice and went the extra mile, like running every Sunday, to be just that much closer to reaching my goal. The thought of standing highest on the podium in the center of the field, surrounded by hundreds of spectators, overcame my thoughts of complaining every time we had a hard workout. When I closed my eyes, I pictured myself waiting in anticipation as other competitors names were called out, one by one, until finally, the booming voice announced over the loudspeaker, "...and in first place, your 2002 100 meter hurdle champion, from Hotchkiss, Connie Dawson." It was visions like these that drove me to work harder everyday.
The sweat began to pour from my body, while my heart raced to pump blood at an accelerated rate. The chase was on. Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash that littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast, its ebony silhouette glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold, clammy hand seemed to envelope my body.
do. During the race, I heard my coach say that I better run faster cause this is a fast race not a
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
That was when the door came down and there in the doorway was a man with a shiny red hat, that seemed to glow, it was as though its very existence radiated safety. As he picked me up from the sink and handed me to my parents, my eyes didn’t peel away from the scarlet hat. As they talked to my parents, put the door back up, I didn’t look