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  • Essay / Narrative Essay on the Constant - 702

    I had to run the 100 meters, the 400 meters and the shot put. The shot put and 100 meter sprint flew by without feeling too important. When the 400 meters arrived, I was dreading it. A whole round?! It was crazy! I got into my starting blocks (I barely knew how to use them at this point) and waited for the commands. “On your marks.” Set of runners. SLAM!" The gun went off and I flew around the corner. I was full of adrenaline. I ended up winning my heat and getting sixth place overall. I remember getting into the car with my mother and said to her, “Thanks for not letting me stop, Mom. She must have laughed about it, because she was right, like.