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Thursday, March 20, 2008

My Most Vivid Memory Blog 7

As I am setting up my blocks, left foot set at 8 while the other is set at 4; my heart begins to pound. I feel a cool drip of sweat slowly trickle down my face. I feeling of nervousness chills my spine as I think to myself, can I do this? I know that this is a moment I will never forget as I hear the announcer say "ready". I turn to my block holder Michael and say, "I don't know if I can do this". He calmly smiles and says "yes you can." As I get ready in my blocks, I position my legs perfectly in my set. Then the announcer yells "set." I know that go is coming, but am I ready? Immediately following; the word "go" is mouthed from his lips as the gun goes off. I am focused on getting to the first hurdle. It's the one thing my eyes see. It's smooth sailing over the first hurdle. It is incredible that the crowd is yelling with all their might and I am so focused I can't hear a thing. It is as if the world has stopped in time, and I am still chugging along. Still as I head to the next hurdle I can't help but smile because I finally nailed my three step. I had been working on that my whole season. This would be certain to shave down time? But would that be enough to win? Within seconds I am smoothly sailing over the last hurdle and crossing the bright white line that was the finish line. I lean over trying to catch my breath as my time coach runs over to me with a huge smile on his face. He slowly showed me my time of 16.04 secs. I wave of shock runs through my body and I cannot believe it, that's the best time I have had all season. Just then, the announcer yells over the intercom my name. I am completely in awe. I had just won the 100 meter hurdles, and wait I am only a freshman. Everything I had been working so hard on came down to this and I prevailed! I was the only freshman to run in that race. This title meant that I could advance to sectionals. Never had I thought that I could as a freshman beat girls that were 3-4 years older than me and much more experienced. I soon became the coach’s pride and joy, and colleges began scouting me!

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