This I Believe Essay
Sabatino Mangini
ENG 100
This I Believe Daft #1
Due: 2/27/14
Foot steps
I have been running track since 7th grade. I first started out at my school track with the track team and I liked it but I wasn't good at it. Then one summer, I decided that wasn't going to be limiting factor for me so I started training with my uncle. I kept at it and worked hard so that I could be good enough to join track club in my town. So I did get on the team and worked even harder to be the best.
The day of my first ever outdoor track meet had arrived. I was full of anxiety but at the same time I felt ready for the race. I was competing in the 400 meter dash for the Athena track club. My event was up next; shaking with fear I walked to lane four of the starting line. I kept jumping up and down while waiting for the announcer’s signal. All I could hear was my uncle yelling “ keep your eyes on the track” and few parents cheering on their sons who were competing. "On your mark". I started wobbling, I put one leg on the line of the track, still not taking my eye off the track. It’s better to look down, but I was so nervous that I looked straight a head just waiting. All of my competition were looking down and waiting for the gun to go off.
While I was there waiting, I thought to myself that they’re all probably feeling the same as I am. I always get a rush of thoughts going through my head whenever I am about to run, even in practice but this was the race I had been training for all those days. “Get set” I froze that's when everything came rushing down all those morning workouts, the rainy days that I had to train, all those grueling workouts in the weight room, the extra sprints after practice would finally pay off. Its almost time now. I look down and close my eyes to remind myself what my uncle told me before the race "now or never". I steady myself. Then official shoots the starter pistol and yells “GO!”
Exploding out of the starting line, I felt a surge of the wind rushing down my face. My legs one after the other, as I pushed on forward. "That’s it just keep this pace and you will be alright" I thought to myself. "You got this" my uncle yelled through the crowd behind a fence at me as I finished my the first two hundred meters. Then at the beginning of the last hundred meters I could barely breath and my legs started hurting and giving out on me. As I got close to the finish line, I heard footsteps behind me and out of no where I saw tall kid with red spikes and dreadlocks go pass me. I was in shock, giving it my all I kept on running and dashed in second place.
My uncle came running to me handing me a bottle of cold water and giving me a big hug. Then he told told me "I knew you had it you and I am proud of you son." It may seem like it was just a race but not me for the first time I felt like I had achieved something special. I had gave it my all and even though it would be nice to came in first. I was very proud of myself.
A lot of people would be disappointed with second place but for me those footsteps made me give it everything that I had left and that's why I believe in hearing foot steps.
Sabatino Mangini
ENG 100
This I Believe Daft #1
Due: 2/27/14
Foot steps
I have been running track since 7th grade. I first started out at my school track with the track team and I liked it but I wasn't good at it. Then one summer, I decided that wasn't going to be limiting factor for me so I started training with my uncle. I kept at it and worked hard so that I could be good enough to join track club in my town. So I did get on the team and worked even harder to be the best.
The day of my first ever outdoor track meet had arrived. I was full of anxiety but at the same time I felt ready for the race. I was competing in the 400 meter dash for the Athena track club. My event was up next; shaking with fear I walked to lane four of the starting line. I kept jumping up and down while waiting for the announcer’s signal. All I could hear was my uncle yelling “ keep your eyes on the track” and few parents cheering on their sons who were competing. "On your mark". I started wobbling, I put one leg on the line of the track, still not taking my eye off the track. It’s better to look down, but I was so nervous that I looked straight a head just waiting. All of my competition were looking down and waiting for the gun to go off.
While I was there waiting, I thought to myself that they’re all probably feeling the same as I am. I always get a rush of thoughts going through my head whenever I am about to run, even in practice but this was the race I had been training for all those days. “Get set” I froze that's when everything came rushing down all those morning workouts, the rainy days that I had to train, all those grueling workouts in the weight room, the extra sprints after practice would finally pay off. Its almost time now. I look down and close my eyes to remind myself what my uncle told me before the race "now or never". I steady myself. Then official shoots the starter pistol and yells “GO!”
Exploding out of the starting line, I felt a surge of the wind rushing down my face. My legs one after the other, as I pushed on forward. "That’s it just keep this pace and you will be alright" I thought to myself. "You got this" my uncle yelled through the crowd behind a fence at me as I finished my the first two hundred meters. Then at the beginning of the last hundred meters I could barely breath and my legs started hurting and giving out on me. As I got close to the finish line, I heard footsteps behind me and out of no where I saw tall kid with red spikes and dreadlocks go pass me. I was in shock, giving it my all I kept on running and dashed in second place.
My uncle came running to me handing me a bottle of cold water and giving me a big hug. Then he told told me "I knew you had it you and I am proud of you son." It may seem like it was just a race but not me for the first time I felt like I had achieved something special. I had gave it my all and even though it would be nice to came in first. I was very proud of myself.
A lot of people would be disappointed with second place but for me those footsteps made me give it everything that I had left and that's why I believe in hearing foot steps.