Failure to Success
It was a black atramentous day. The sky was dark and I could feel it was going to rain. It was May, 2009. As we were dropped off by the bus, we got in line. We were at Bayside Track & Field and there were a few schools that were already waiting on the bench.
As we sat on the bench, I could feel the cold wind blowing at my face. I looked at the track. It looked wet, but it wasn’t. I was pretty hungry and took out some of my snacks and began to eat. After I had finished eating, I looked at the track again. Then, I looked at the finish line. I could feel that the finish line was a line of victory. I had practiced running every morning, trying to beat my 30 seconds record around the yards. But somehow I did break the record and got 28 seconds. I knew I was ready, because my practice gave me determination, confidence and I knew I had to win.
Thirty minutes had passed and more schools had arrived. Fifty percent were Asian and I knew Asians, most of them were pretty fast runners.
“Can I do better than last year?” I thought. Last year, I won one gold medal and one silver. I got silver because of Brandon Vazquez. Brandon had beaten me by a millimeter. I thought I had won but I didn’t, but I did well.
As the announcer had finally said something, I knew that he was going to tell us to say the pledge and then others things.
Thirty Minutes Later….
As I watched people racing against other people, I was pretty amazed by their speed. Especially the girl who was second and then she ran like a rocket and won the race.
My event was finally announced, the 70 meters dash.
I got off the bench and was ready to get to the line. As I looked around, the runners were strong and fast. I felt that I might be the last one. I might be a loser. I felt scared and moved back and finally got some runners who looked as fast as me. Not sure but it was my prediction.
As I was put onto the track, now I knew who I was racing against....